If this summer ever comes
Who will keep the red and blue cars
One by one in rows between the lines
Best keep your distance from the stars
If tomorrow’s not here today
We’ll still do what summer wants
One by one we’ll fly up
Ask the sky “This time next year?”
Into the furthest watery-blue corners of the sky
A maze of neon and twinkling lights
Machinery of love is autumn and winter
But this summer is a better placebo
Gone already
