Mercury is rising still
Turn the fan on high
I won't step on my own shadow
No-one wants to cry
Someone put a pox on me
I spit in their eyes

Summer turns to high

Lift my bed sheet keep in sandles
Circle search and there are candles
Summer's here but night is raising hopes and dragonflies
If those hopes are overshadowed by cotton-candy, caramel-wafer

Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high

After wine and nectarines the fireflies in turn
Move like syrup through the evening with the sweet reign
I won't fight for can't happen
I'm preoccupied

Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Michael Mills, Michael Stipe, Peter Buck