Summer on, bring on the buzzing past
Summer on, bring on august trash
The sweat of Johnny Cash
The hot-knife to the hash
The girls in the grass
Summer, bring it on, oh, at last

Days that glow and ignite
And explode into nights
Nights that scream for morphine
And swim into the days
Days of whisky and cake
Nights of make-believe
Days you don't believe
Nights of faith in flames
And not consumed by flames

Ah still, summer's always going
Turning everything Canada-grey
And I will miss all the not-knowing
Of those summer days
But I swear I will take morphine and swim
If you take one more look at him
Ah, those yellow days

Bring on the liquid smoke
Summer on, night's a blindfold
Stay close, then this bird has flown
The bullet hits the bone
And it's all filmed on a phone
Summer's getting on, oh, stay close

Days glowing, igniting
Exploding into nights
Nights, "I'm cold", I'm here
"Hold me closer to the day"
Days it's in your blood
Nights you never dreamed
(It's supposed to be a dream)
Nights lost in the flood
And not lost in the flood

Ah still, summer's always going
Turning everything Canada-grey
And I will miss all the not-knowing
Of all those summer days
But I swear I will also take morphine and swim
If you take one more look at him

Ah, those yellow days
Ah, those yellow days