Born again to longer days
Once more wishful eyes awake
Nightly schemes in sunburnt shell
Just one kiss, my southern belle
As these summer storm abound,
Carries minds from one-trick towns
What you want will never be
What you have...
Somewhere, waiting for my love
Someone, where I'll go
A postcard with her lips enclosed,
I'll taste them and lose control
And in my heart she stayed a while, though better men have failed, I tried,
To cross the great divide found between her heart and mine
Swim with me, you fantasy, you are the hardest thing to follow
If losing you means losing me, I guess this night'll last forever
Hear my southern belle chime
"No surrender, no surrender"
Summer's child...