Lyrics
Well this year is wearing thin
Can't believe the state I'm in
I go crashing round the house
I lie sparkled on the couch
In the television light
I am not myself tonight
I have heard the poets sing
And they don't know anything
But the summer moon is up
And I'm starving for your love
So I go out in the night
And I walk forever
But I come home
I tell you all my favourite songs
I tell you where it all went wrong
How quickly days now turn to nights
How I'm haunting my own life
All the hopes that summer built
Smoke machines and Catholic guilt
So I sing you Sparky's Dream
And I try to remember
I'm coming home, I'm all worked up
I'll keep your secrets, I won't mess this up
I'm coming home, I'm all worked up
I'll keep your secrets, I won't mess this up
I'm coming home, I'm all worked up
I'll keep your secrets, I won't mess this up
I'm coming home
Well this year is wearing thin
Can't believe the state I'm in
I'm coming home, I'm all worked up
I'll keep your secrets, I won't mess this up
I'm coming home, I'm all worked up
I'll keep your secrets, I won't mess this up
I'm coming home, I'm all worked up
I'll keep your secrets, I won't mess this up
I'm coming home
I will be there when the summer's over
I will be there when the sky turns red
I will be there when the summer's over
I will bring a love as stern as death
I will be there when the summer's over
I will be there when the sky turns red
I will be there when the summer's over
I will bring a love as stern as death