(When It’s) Cold In Summer

Records are sacred when you’re seventeen.
Art is your best friend when you’re seventeen
And it’s cold in summer – the seasons change their minds.
Cold in summer – on a YTS behind the Poverty Line.

The whole world hates you when you’re seventeen.
Walls fall down when you reach seventeen
And it’s cold in summer – the seasons change their minds.
Cold in summer – and this age feels like scapegoat time.

Things disarray and fall unchanged – it’s the time when records break
Sometimes the breaking goes too far to contemplate.
And new mutations are the rage, and your best friend owns a car,
And that first flirt is ever sacred…

Cold in summer…cold in summer.

Records are sacred when you’re seventeen.
Night is your best friend when you’re seventeen
And it’s cold in summer – the seasons change their minds.
When it’s cold in summer – no-one cares so you don’t mind.

Things fall disgraced and lie insane – it’s the time when fakers fake
Sometimes the faking goes too far for comfort’s sake.
And new mutations are the rage, but you’re still out of work
And that first job is ever sacred until the next scheme,
Until the next scheme comes.

Until the next scheme, until the next scheme comes.
Until the next scheme, until the next scheme comes.
Until the next scheme, until the next scheme comes.