Summer (Butcher Two)

	作曲 : Pond, Smith
	saturday night
	the summer's here
	under clothes hands disappear
	buttons slip
	they've gone stray
	with them thoughts have gone away
	too far to see from the back seat
	where sleeping is the enemy
	in our hands
	is more sense
	than butchered words we don't understand
	to ourselves
	our skin sticks
	our palms sweat
	our teeth click
	flashing glimpses do not see
	when daylight is the enemy
	i can barely see your blue eyes
	i can barely make them out
	it's alright in this red
	your mouth tastes perfectly like cigarettes
	it's ok
	it is fine
	there's nothing just one thing on our mind
	saturday night
	summer's here
	the sound of breath is in our ears
	guess the coast is completely clear
	into water we disappear

	zuò qǔ : Pond, Smith
	saturday night
	the summer' s here
	under clothes hands disappear
	buttons slip
	they' ve gone stray
	with them thoughts have gone away
	too far to see from the back seat
	where sleeping is the enemy
	in our hands
	is more sense
	than butchered words we don' t understand
	to ourselves
	our skin sticks
	our palms sweat
	our teeth click
	flashing glimpses do not see
	when daylight is the enemy
	i can barely see your blue eyes
	i can barely make them out
	it' s alright in this red
	your mouth tastes perfectly like cigarettes
	it' s ok
	it is fine
	there' s nothing just one thing on our mind
	saturday night
	summer' s here
	the sound of breath is in our ears
	guess the coast is completely clear
	into water we disappear