I was awakened from the best dream I know I can never return To that fleeting blissful fantasy Of larking song and verse Oh the summer's in our lungs Our skin, painted by the setting sun I hear the sound of little voices Ringing like alarms As if warning of a future Weighted by our heavy hearts. I'm crumbling under the weight Of ever growing age My legs get tired and my youth it fades, Remember when we sang. Oh the summer's in our lungs Our skin, painted by the setting sun Oh the summer's in our lungs right now, you know that Our skin's painted, by the setting sun oh yeah When these days are gone I'll forget the song That I sang with you And you know it's true We're growing old, technicolor souls Fade to grey Oh the summer's in our lungs Our skin, painted by the setting sun Oh the summer's in our lungs Our skin, painted by the setting sun