Jirapah Summer Lyrics

Lower East folly
Hard to describe
Collective conscience
A drunken invite

Every bottle's
Covered in lust
Premise for nonsense
And conquering hours

How young this summer

Everybody's
Covered in sun
A place of refuge
For wandering eyes

Bags of money
Wonder and awe
Blanket New York
With the guise of a mall

How young this summer

Everybody
Water and wine
Arrest the senses
Left shackled and bound

How young this summer's
Wandering mind
Watching and smiling
Through the eyes of a child

How young this summer