A Cunning Latch Songtext
von Portastatic

I won′t be around
To cut your holiday trimmings down
And I won't be there
To hold your hand
From where I stand
But you don′t appear to need it

And the summer ran
Like a ruin that we tried to read it
Don't think we can


A spider you can't catch
A cunning rusty latch
Weatherman acting coy
A web you can′t destroy
Well, I′m your boy
Although you may not need it

And the summer flew
And though how hard you tried to beat it
But we both knew

The light comes in much too early every day
It wakes me up but it won't chase those dreams away
The light comes in much too early every day
It wakes me up but it won′t chase those dreams away