Sundays - Assorted Songs

Summertime

Do some people wind up with the one that they adore 
in a heart shaped hotel room that's what a heart is for
the bubble floats so madly will it stay sky high
hello partner kiss your name bye bye
sometimes...

Romantic piscean seeks angel in disguise
Chinese speaking girlfriend big brown eyes
liverpudlian lady sophisticated male
hello partner tell me love can't fail

and it's you and me in the summertime
we'll be hand in hand down in the park
with a squeeze and a sigh and a twinkle in your eye
while the sunshine vanishes the dark

do some people wind up with the one that they abhor
in a distant hell house third world war
but all i see is films where the colourless despair
mean angry young men with immaculate hair
Sometimes...

get up a voice inside you says there's no time for looking down 
only a pound a word and you're talking to the town
and how do you coin a phrase now that will set your soul apart
just to touch a lonely heart?

and it's you and me in the summertime
moving hand in hand down in the park
with a squeeze and a sigh and a twinkle in your eye
while the sunshine banishes the dark

and it's you i need in the summertime
as i turn my white skin red
two peas in the same pod yes we are
have i read too much fiction or
is this how it happens?
how does it happen?
is this how it happens?
Here's where the story ends
People I know, Places I go
Make me feel tongue tied
I can see how people look down
They're on the inside

Here's where the story ends

People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
And it's the memories of the shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise

Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

Oh, Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for
Oh the devil in me said go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

It's that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends