Summer of Love
The winter doesn't want you, it haunts you,
Summer serenading's, a long way from this frozen place, your face,
Our teacher, our preacher, it's nature,
And like flowers growing in a bomb crater,
From nothing, a rose, it grows.
I've been thinking ‘bout the West Coast,
Not the one that everyone knows.
We're sick of living in the shadows,
We've one more chance before the light goes,
For a summer of love (summer of love),
Summer of love (summer of love).
Freezing, we're leaving, believing
That all we need is ahead of us somewhere,
In a summer to come,
So we run.
I've been thinking ‘bout the West Coast,
Not the one that everyone knows.
We're sick of living in the shadows,
We've one more chance before the light goes,
For a summer of love (summer of love),
A summer of love (summer of love).
Oh, and when all is lost,
When all is lost, we find out what remains.
Oh, the same oceans crossed,
For some it's pleasure, for some it's pain.
I've been thinking ‘bout the West coast,
Not the one that everyone knows,
In the rubble of Aleppo
Flowers blooming in the shadows
For a summer of love,
A summer of love.
