Music: Robin Legge
Yeah
Summer in a hyperballad
Choose a chapter and then write it backwards
I was skinnin' through when unevolved lovers loads laughing as the meta-physics dried and fractured
Summer time in life is lavish
Acting like a prince in paris
It was only when I walked the line through winter time that every single vital sign of life here vanished
Summer in a hyperballad
Two drunkards in a quiet carriage
I was searching through my camera roll in search of something tangible when acting like a true romantic
Winter time in life is savage
Darkness on my mind to manage
You would slowly go then hyperbole or wisdom that define the way your mind control the lies we bandaged
Summer in a hyperballad
Searching for a rightful passage
I was working every single night, a drifter on the district line
Powdering my sinus passage
Autumns here and life is manic
Former victories lined in granite
I was sifting through my soul descending further down a hole I spent the summer seasons climbing out of
Summer in a hyperballad
Paint a picture and admire it backwards
I was speeding down the sunset strip waiting for the sun to dip drinking to deny the damage
Spring is here and life has had it
Popping pills and violent tablets
I was postered in the library load
Searching through the binary code
'Tryna find a line to crack it
Summer in a hyperballad
Super ****ing high on acid
I was sat inside a motel when waiting for the phone to ring sprawled out on a tiny mattress
Summer's here and life is magic
Silent movies in a foreign language
Looking at my life I see you looking at your life through me and several overriding factors
Summer in a hyperballad x4
Yeah, summer in a hyperballad x8