Summertime
I am the silence and the wind
My land is your land, all is free
Summertime
I am the listener, as tears against your cheek
My dream is yours
As long as my heart beats, then I will remember
When you put a hole in my kevlar soul
And so you became my wound, and I bleed away
Come make a hole in my kevlar soul
Summertime
Where is the brain, here is the violence
My land is my land, only mine
Summertime
In the Social Department's folder everything is black and white
Your dream is mine
As long as my heart beats, then I will remember
When you put a hole in my kevlar soul
And so you became my wound, and I bleed away
Come make a hole in my kevlar soul
As long as my heart beats, then I will remember
When you put a hole in my kevlar soul
My dream is yours now
And so you became my wound, and I bleed away
Come make a hole in my kevlar soul
Your dream is mine now
As long as my heart beats, then I will remember
When you put a hole in my kevlar soul
My dream is yours now
And so you became my wound, and I bleed away
Come make a hole in my kevlar soul