Wading In Waist-High Water

Summer all over Blame it on timing Weakening August Water Loose-eyed in the morning Sunlight covered over Wading in sight of fire And we're finally aligning More than maybe I can choose Soon as I knew you All so wide open Wading inside of fire As if just saw you Cross Second Avenue Wading in waist-high water And I love you so violent More than maybe I can do Now we're finally aligning More than maybe I can choose