my summertime skin is pale again
on my skinny frame
each summer's the same
I dreamt away my working day
with thoughts about you
when I tell you the truth
that I am so much in love with you
I'll start my day so much the same
as all have before
I'll set foot to the floor
a dream so fresh upon my breath
to a truckload of ears
none to unload my fears
that I am so much in love with you
my hands are cold out windows hold
for highway fresh air
and a cigarette stare
for a fear that I had
that I wouldn't be able
to tell you I'm so much in love with you