Wait Until the Summers Gone - Zebra

The time is right but don’t be critical

The same could happen to you

You know I’m not right and I can’t be analytical

About the things you’re going through

Look at me baby now you think I might be crazy

But you just can’t touch me now

I know I’m not right and I really can’t be lazy

and I think I’m going home

Look into my eyes

The high is fine but don’t be cynical

The game is still the same

If you’re coming up light and you want some retribution

Then believe in what I say

Take a position where there ain’t no superstition

And just grab whatever’s gold

'Cause if you’re coming up light on the day of testimony

They’ll just send you packing home

They’re gonna do it to ya!

Look into my eyes

Wait for the lies

Wait until the summer’s gone

Waiting for the lines to fall

Wait until the summer’s gone

Look into my eyes

Wait for the lies…