The heat was hanging low on a dead-end evening ♪ She was a tightrope walker on the dotted-yellow lines The magic hour's on the marker in her eyes Within a series of looks we'll be dangled to the end When we ride our lives out When we gather all the pieces When we trace the times The high, high spirits When it's still summer I won't let go I won't let go I won't I won't let go I won't let go I won't In the crimson skyline When the sun starts slipping Circle and honor return the glow It's still summer ♪ There were medals in the street and gold in the sand When the moment lost itself and you took me by the hand The shapes of bronze and black against the sky We walked side by side into the oncoming night We walked side by side into the oncoming night When we ride our lives out When we gather all the pieces When we trace the times The high, high spirits When it's still summer I won't let go I won't let go I won't I won't let go I won't let go I won't I won't let go I won't let go I won't I won't let go I won't let go I won't In the crimson skyline When the sun starts slipping Circle and honor return the glow It's still summer ♪ It's still summer