Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Urnful of Summer, artist - Ghost Bike. Date of issue: 24.10.2011
Song language: English
Urnful of Summer |
| Movers sulk like gravediggers, while you hug at the door. |
| Starting 1st May, no bus will go here anymore. |
| Pack your sun. |
| Freeze your sun, it’ll stay longer. |
| Lock your sun, keep it stashed in an urnful of summer. |
| Locked away with her hair in a memory rack. |
| It was one Nick Cave album and three Coens films back. |
| A bottled look at the sun through the shimmering potion. |
| Some want a private beach, you — your own private ocean. |
| And someday we’ll see the reversal of trends. |
| Cities named after movies and streets after bands. |
| And you’ll read your Erasmus on park lawns again. |
| Barefoot, tattoos out, nimbed by sun, but til then — Pack your sun. |
| Hide your sun, or they’ll take it away. |
| Lock it safe in an urnful of summer. |
| Pack your sun. |
| Pocket your sun, or they’ll take it as well. |
| Keep it well in an urn. |