Skyline To

This is joy, this is summer Keep alive, stay alive Got your metal on, we're alone Making sweet love, takin' time 'Til God strikes us That's a pretty fucking fast year flew by That's a pretty long third gear in this car Glidin' on the five The deer run across, kill the headlights Pretty fucking Underneath moonlight now Pretty fucking, sunrise in sight In comes the morning haunting us with the beams Solstice ain't as far as it used to be It begins to blur, we get older (blur, blur) Summer's not as long as it used to be Everyday counts like crazy (smoke, haze) Wanna get soaked? Wanna film a tape on the speed boat? We smell of Californication Strike a pose Everything grows in the Congo Everything grows Ooh, can you come when I call again? On comes the evening, gold seeking ends Peace in my hand worth twice than a friend And two limbs over shoulder, carried away Because I'm stronger, the Congo is dim (smoke) In comes the morning, ah-ah (smoke) In comes the morning, ahh-ahh (haze)