Letras:French Kicks. Piano.

I'm feeling summer coming in and coming on again. Like waxing needles pushing through my tired or frozen skin. If I go walking then I know you wanna let me in, please. Plastic bus stop, yeah I thought I saw you waiting there. Or on the corner by the store trying to get somewhere. If you could take my worst words anywhere, it's now. I know you can see me, I know you can see me.....(etc.)
In my dirty basement you were so pristine. Standing up, drinking out the side of the can and I wanna take you home with me every single day. To show you, to show you....(etc.)