well it's the sound of innocence dragging
it's the sound of falling off the wagon
it's those million dreams you never gave a name
we got summer summer in our veins

was it your sadness that's well beyond belief'
like a picture thrown in sharp relief
but you only get to see the rainbow when it rains
yeah but we got summer summer in our veins

you throw your life away while on the run
you're passing out of the pocket like Fran Tarkenton
it's that desperate aspect of his game
yeah but he had summer summer in his veins

soon you'll be making your way in the world
perhaps you'll meet a boy or a girl
some days it's all beautiful and glad
yes and some days shimmering and sad

we drift in music all our lives perhaps
could be the soundtrack yeah but running backwards
but those warm rays are splashing on your windowpane
we got summer summer in our veins
yeah we got summer summer in our veins