It's a drive-by summer at the end of march
Sees more than its pound of flesh
City comes alive in the sunshine
All loved-up, everyone flashing smiles

But, oh, it gives and it taketh away
Reset to one of those shades of gray
Shackles ring on through the ages
Shaping all of our many faces

Still they gazed and still their wonder grew
When it's gone, sure, who'd be looking at you?
Who'd be looking at you?

Laughing at the people in the garden centre
My barber says they must all be mental
All this shit will be dead next week
'Cause no good things last, haven't you seen?

What is this, taking pleasure
In others' misfortune and misadventure?
Gets parked for this summer surprise
All lifted by the rising tide

Still they gazed and still their wonder grew
When it's gone, sure who'd be looking at you?
Who'd be looking at you?
Still they gazed and still their wonder grew
When it's gone, sure who'd be looking at you?
Who'd be looking at you?
Who'd be looking at you?