Soak the sun 
Cinnamon 
What went wrong 
Summer Song 
Splinter snag 
windvein ragged 
Faded trends 
Summer ends 

What's that I thought I heard you say? 
Lunarscape and cold winds on their way 
Whistling banshee through the screen 
Salt air and isolation sting 

Melon seed-spitting wars 
Toys lost in the sand 
Innocence is scorched 
Summer leaves its brand 

Bat away a hurricane's eyelash 
Ushering by the season past 
Hinting, dapples pinching through my sleeve 
Intimating that I leave 

Hurricane remember me 
Hurricane watch over me 
From this point we roll along 
Without a trace of summer song