Smoke Machines (Summer Moon)

Well this year is wearing thin Can't believe the state I'm in I go crashing round the house I lie sparkled on the couch In the television light I am not myself tonight I have heard the poets sing And they don't know anything But the summer moon is up And I'm starving for your love So I go out in the night And I walk forever But I come home I tell you all my favourite songs I tell you where it all went wrong How quickly days now turn to nights How I'm haunting my own life All the hopes that summer built Smoke machines and Catholic guilt So I sing you Sparky's Dream And I try to remember I'm coming home, I'm all worked up I'll keep your secrets, I won't mess this up I'm coming home, I'm all worked up I'll keep your secrets, I won't mess this up I'm coming home, I'm all worked up I'll keep your secrets, I won't mess this up I'm coming home Well this year is wearing thin Can't believe the state I'm in I'm coming home, I'm all worked up I'll keep your secrets, I won't mess this up I'm coming home, I'm all worked up I'll keep your secrets, I won't mess this up I'm coming home, I'm all worked up I'll keep your secrets, I won't mess this up I'm coming home I will be there when the summer's over I will be there when the sky turns red I will be there when the summer's over I will bring a love as stern as death I will be there when the summer's over I will be there when the sky turns red I will be there when the summer's over I will bring a love as stern as death