| Song | Summersong |
| Artist | Tom Milsom |
| Album | Ephemera (Demos and Unreleased Stuff 2007?-?10) |
| Summer’s turning out to be too hot, | |
| For going except in shade. | |
| Now the sun is rising everyday, | |
| And I hate how it just stays that way, | |
| The nights are too short these days. | |
| Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba | |
| Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba | |
| Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba | |
| Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba | |
| I keep on thinking how mankind | |
| Will shrivel up and burn and die | |
| If we were fired into the sun. | |
| The noise cuts off my head some days, | |
| I wish that I was dead in ways, | |
| I’m better now, I’m only one. | |
| And that’s how life has got to be, | |
| I need to get used to it | |
| Six billion people think that me | |
| Is more important than the rest, | |
| And that’s just how it’s meant to be, | |
| There’s people living who aren’t me. |
| Summer' s turning out to be too hot, | |
| For going except in shade. | |
| Now the sun is rising everyday, | |
| And I hate how it just stays that way, | |
| The nights are too short these days. | |
| Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba | |
| Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba | |
| Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba | |
| Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba | |
| I keep on thinking how mankind | |
| Will shrivel up and burn and die | |
| If we were fired into the sun. | |
| The noise cuts off my head some days, | |
| I wish that I was dead in ways, | |
| I' m better now, I' m only one. | |
| And that' s how life has got to be, | |
| I need to get used to it | |
| Six billion people think that me | |
| Is more important than the rest, | |
| And that' s just how it' s meant to be, | |
| There' s people living who aren' t me. |