I’ll drop you a postcard, I’ll pick up my pen

Miranda Street’s deserted, it’s winter again

Give me ten minutes and I’ll paint you a picture

Of holiday houses where the sun won’t shine

And the paint is peeling around the ‘vacancy’ sign

And it’s winter forever, whatever the weather

And these are my autumn years

This is the town where the girl got run down

Pale sun in the pine trees, her golden hair on the ground

Her body crumpled and I was sick by the side of the road

The sun goes down on the town where the sun never rose

I’m waiting for December, I’m waiting for September

I’m waiting for the tide to come back in

Give me fifteen seconds and I’ll show you around

Where I end is where I begin

There’s nothing in between

Kicking a stone along Miranda Street

Stepping on cracks in the concrete

With a head full of loose change

And a pocket full of ideas

I could walk forever and never get out of here

This is the town where the girl got run down

And this is the town where the postman was drowned

And this is the town where that foundling was found

And the name round his neck was mine

How could it ever be so cold in summertime?

I’m too young to be so old in Summertown