Lyin’ in the overgrown-up grass in the front yardnWater falling from the sky so warm it feels hardnTrying to figure out just who you really are to mennAnd the summer scarves are all around menAnd the sunburn grows around my necknAnd the sum of her still remains a memorynTill the summer turns the day to blacknnNeedle dropping on a record that you bought for menAnd you traced my name inside the logo on the sleevenYou circled all the lines in the lyrics that you mean for mennAnd the summer scarves are all around menAnd the sunburn grows around my necknAnd the sum of her still remains a memorynTill the summer turns the day to blacknnSome wait their whole lifenJust to feel something rightnAnd it grips you like a wave you wish never goes awaynThen it doesnnAnd the summer scarves are all around menAnd the sunburn grows around my necknAnd the sum of her still remains a memorynTill the summer turns the day to black