SUMMER OF NIGHT
Summer of day Summer of night
A picnic on The edge of light
Unroll the blanket On the lawn
Later on The ghosts may come

We'll get high
High high high

When we wake up The world is flat
Could be this Could be that
Could be a gravestone On its side
Could be coins Over our eyes

High high high
High high high

In the sweet spot
Of our dreams

Morning arrives Pack up the shit
Maybe just One more hit
We can watch it Disappear
From the car's Side mirror
We can always Come back here

And get high
High high high