Skyline To

This is joy, this is summer

Keep alive, stay alive

Got your metal on, we're alone

Making sweet love, takin' time

'Til God strikes us

That's a pretty fucking fast year flew by

♪

That's a pretty long third gear in this car

Glidin' on the five

The deer run across, kill the headlights

Pretty fucking

Underneath moonlight now

Pretty fucking, sunrise in sight

In comes the morning haunting us with the beams

Solstice ain't as far as it used to be

It begins to blur, we get older (blur, blur)

Summer's not as long as it used to be

Everyday counts like crazy (smoke, haze)

Wanna get soaked?

Wanna film a tape on the speed boat?

We smell of Californication

Strike a pose

Everything grows in the Congo

Everything grows

Ooh, can you come when I call again?

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On comes the evening, gold seeking ends

Peace in my hand worth twice than a friend

And two limbs over shoulder, carried away

Because I'm stronger, the Congo is dim (smoke)

In comes the morning, ah-ah (smoke)

In comes the morning, ahh-ahh (haze)