Call it summer sickness
Focusing on forgiveness
I'm drunk on a Friday morning
But I'm dry
And in this year's division
Suffering is a season
But when the wind is blowing
I feel it die
Caught a glimpse of your shadow
Singing at the piano
Long time ago it seems
It all started with a fever
Your voice on the receiver
Oh father father free her
My mother dreams of flying
My mother dreams of flying
Call it summer sickness
Focusing on forgiveness
I'm drunk on a Friday morning
