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