Summer is a verb.
I can learn it like it’s a language and I want to see the world.
There’s a whole family I haven’t met that knows it inside out.
Let me in, show me a new heaven.
Summer is a verb.
I can write it like it’s a type of walk and I want to go the farthest.
How have we not found all the ways to travel?
I can connect here and home in a million different ways.
If I try all of them maybe I’ll find you on the way to finding myself.
Summer is a verb.
I can play it like it’s a blank page and I want to learn the concerts.
Let me find light in the pen marks, numbers,
spread out the universe in the music.
Summer is a verb.
I can feel it leaving like a sun-soaked cloud
and my skin shivers when it’s gone.