Skyline To

This is joy, this is summer
Keep alive, stay alive
Got your metal on, we′re alone

Making sweet love, takin’ time
′Til God strikes us
That’s a pretty fucking fast year flew by

That’s a pretty long third gear in this car
Glidin′ on the five
The deer run across, kill the headlights
Pretty fucking
Underneath moonlight now
Pretty fucking, sunrise in sight

In comes the morning haunting us with the beams
Solstice ain′t as far as it used to be
It begins to blur, we get older (blur, blur)
Summer’s not as long as it used to be
Everyday counts like crazy (smoke, haze)

Wanna get soaked?
Wanna film a tape on the speed boat?
We smell of Californication
Strike a pose
Everything grows in the Congo
Everything grows
Ooh, can you come when I call again?

On comes the evening, gold seeking ends
Peace in my hand worth twice than a friend
And two limbs over shoulder, carried away
Because I′m stronger, the Congo is dim (smoke)
In comes the morning, ah-ah (smoke)
In comes the morning, ahh-ahh (haze)