Lyrics The Sundays

The Sundays

Summertime

Some people wind up

With the one that they adore

In a heart-shaped hotel room

It's what a heart is for

The bubble floats so madly

Will it stay sky-high?

Hello partner, kiss your name bye-bye

Ooh sometimes

Romantic Piscean seeks angel in disguise

Chinese-speaking girlfriend, big brown eyes

Liverpudlian lady, sophisticated male

Hello partner, tell me love can't fail

And it's you and me in the summertime

We'll be hand-in-hand down in the park

With a squeeze and a sigh

And that twinkle in your eye

And all the sunshine banishes the dark...

Some people wind up

With the one that they abhor

In a distant hell-hole room

This third World War

But all I see is films where a colourless despair

Meant angry young men with immaculate hair

Ooh sometimes

"Get up" a voice inside says

"There's no time for looking down

Only a Pound a word

And you're talking to the town"

And how do you coin the phrase though

That will set your soul apart

Just to touch a lonely heart

And it's you and me in the summertime

We'll be hand-in-hand down in the park...

With a squeeze and a sigh

And the twinkle in your eye

And all the sunshine banishes the dark...

And it's you I need in the summertime

As I turn my white skin red...

Two peas from the same pod, yes we are

Or have I read too much fiction?

Is this how it happens...?

How does it happen?

How does it happen?

How does it happen?

Is this how it happens?

(Now, right now)