Texty: Satanic Surfers. Unconsciously Confined. The Sing-along Summer-song.

I wish it was summer and the sun would shine i'd have nothing to do but waste my time we could hang out riding our bikes i'd shave your head and you could help me with my spikes... but it isnt summer and its cold ourside im overworked i aint got notime to do all the things we talked about... im getting my dreads done youre growing your hair long nothings what it used to be but i guess ill have the memories to carry them with me ... autumn winter spring... ill be holding on to yesterday the summer came and went away too fast