My Own Summer

Hey you big star,
Tell me when its over, ohhh
Hey you big mood,
Guide me to shelter,
'Cause im through when the two hits the six
And its summer, ohhh

Cloud come shove the sun aside,

I think God is moving its tongue.
There are no crowds in the street and no sun
In my own summer,
The shade is a tool, a device, a savior,
See i try and look up to the sky but my eyes burn,
Cloud come shove the sun aside.