When the summer is young and nobody has their price
No one is no one and nobody in a crisis
There's no swimming past the drop off or feeling sorry for yourself
Ya don't go swimming past the drop off or else

Yer a pistol, yer a gun and suddenly I have no prices
Ya don't go swimming past the drop off or else
The fates are amok and spun, measured and out and the past is meant to please us
Yer a comet from earth in a Kiss Alive shirt

Saying "Holy Fuck it's Jesus," the surface is green and the dark interweaves in a lonely iridescence
It's terribly deep and the cold is complete and it only lacks your presence and nothing else

When the summer is done and nobody sympathizes.
Yer no friend of Dylan's, Yea you won't see another crisis
There's no swimming past the drop off or feeling sorry for ourselves
A don't go swimming past the drop off or else

Personal stakes will get raised and get raised
Til your story gets compelling if you lacked the sense
Or were willfully dense is forever in the telling

The surface is green and the dark interweaves
In a lonely iridescence
It's terribly deep and the cold is complete
And it only lacks your presence and nothing else
Nothing else and no one else

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): GORDON DOWNIE, GORDON SINCLAIR, JOHNNY FAY, PAUL LANGLOIS, ROBERT BAKER