THE DAY THAT SUMMER DIED
(Lyrics: Malin Kjelsrud)

Counting clouds is easy, there’s not a single one
Morally obliged to enjoy the sun
Clouds of dust is hurled by passing feet
Tanned children doesn’t seem to mind the heat

Panting dogs refuse to play
Sweating tourists walking by and say
«This doesn’t look anything like the ad»
The air feels electric and weird

REF:
Bells nearby chiming
Seems somehow proper for this day
Inner peace is stolen by the wind and tide
On the day that summer died

At last I’m warm all through
I give up not thinking of you
A distant smell of hotdogs and grass
And all these moments pass