I cannot wait for summer
I cannot wait for June
When all the ghosts are quiet

When everything is new

My voice to me, he's always asking for a dance

She said I hate his moves
Hands under her legs, his hands, always in my hand
She said I hate those moves


A scammer whom I see, a clock
Your eyes are closed, its getting dark

Is it over?

I turn my head, I climb the stairs

and try to feel like no ones there
Is it over?


I cannot wait for summer
I cannot wait for June
When all the ghosts are quiet

When everything is new

Her face to me, I see she's asking for a dance

You know, she loves my moves
Her hands around my waist, my arms around her back
You know, she loves my moves


The quiet moon, the evening draw
I've never felt so wild at all

Is it over?

The boy who sits across from me,

just turns his head and doesn't see, till' it's...
over