Lingering Heat
The shadows stretch across the lawn The heavy
air of August gone
Your touch is like a fading spark
We linger in the humid dark
Summer is slipping away from our hands (ahhhh)
Like tide pulling back on the warm coastal sands But still in
the dark your memory glows
Where the wild ivy grows
The crickets sing a quiet song
To tell us that the night is long
We watch the embers slowly die
Beneath a heavy summer sky
Summer is slipping away from our hands (ahhhh)
Like tide pulling back on the warm coastal sands But still in
the dark your memory glows
Where the wild ivy grows
Fading away... (away)
The warmth is gone