First Year of Summer - The Nursery

I’ve had troubles in paradise so wrong they’re true

You know we hate where we live but love the view

What have I done for forbid the sun from filling my veins?

Each word, face and song has left, left me estranged

As long as I remember all the days

In a world where nothing could amaze

Now the sun has crept right into view

In the first year of summer

I miss meeting strangers in paradise and feeling new

When all the stars burn up and die, do we die too?

So many years this heart of mine has been abused

Fucked up, pushed down, spun around, all maimed and bruised

As long as I remember all the days

In a world where nothing could amaze

Now the sun has crept right into view

In the first year of summer

On the borderline

On the borderline

It won’t be the last

It won’t be the last

It won’t be the last

It won’t be the last

As long as I remember all the days

In a world where nothing could amaze

Now the sun has crept right into view

In the first year of summer

It won’t be the last

It won’t be the last