Here she comes The summer in her heels You can meet her at the station To escape for a day
She wants to know Existence exists So you take her to the places That the tourists never see
You lift her up And fill yourself full You feel so proud beside her Well, you walk a little taller
She's a beatific vision The world can see She's got you tongue-tied Got your heart skipping beats
I don't know what it is she's got But it's got me I don't know what it is she's got But it's got me
You meet a lot of women Rumbling 'round I can tell you in my life She's the best I've found
You walk together Through the lanes and the parks You wrap her in the evening 'Til the stars come out
(?) back Forget all your cares You're (?), all that matters Is the two of you are there
She says, "The afterlife is what you leave behind" Gonna leave a lot of footprints Gonna take a lot of time
I don't know what it is she's got But it's got me I don't know what it is she's got But it's got me
If ever there was blessing in the air It was right there If ever there was blessing in the air It was right there
Beatific vision Entwined in one another There she goes with summer in her heels
Compositores: Alexander Marshall White (Alex White), Thomas James White (Tom White), Eamon Peter Hamilton (Eamon Hamilton), Marc Patrick Beatty (Marc Beatty) ECAD: Obra #2874000 Fonograma #2525384