Then don the shorts and shades
Head to the beach with buckets and spades
Breathe in the air, soak up the rays
Knowing you'd be happy for the rest of your days
If time were to stop, stop dead in it's tracks
Wind in our hair, sun on our backs
So forget it's September, come on, just pretend
And hope that, for once, good things never end
If this is summer
Get your hand luggage ready
Head to the departure gate, feeling slightly heady
Wait for the takeoff, leave Blighty behind
Put all that you've left firmly out of mind
Drink in the peace, the difference, everything
Not even care about what you forgot to bring
So ignore the fact that August's now passed
In your mind let that final sunset last and last
If this is summer
Then break out all the tools
Dismantle, chop up, only dream of swimming pools
Build, saw, have it all feel brand new
Make hay while the sun shines is what we must do
Have a grand plan, but fall miserably short
Try and shrug it off, but it's a toothless retort
It nags and nags, like that tiny painful splinter
If this is summer, bring on the winter
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