You see all the flowers in the weeds

You′re scared of the dark when you sleep

You cover up your arms with your sleevesEven in hundred degree heat

Your father was awfully mean

Your favorite color is green

It reminds of you of the summer you turned three

Running through sprinklers on your street

And you laugh, and you dance in the wind

And you sway, and you hug, and you kiss

But there's darkness behind those eyes

Even when you smile

Oh, summer child

You don′t have to act like all you feel is mild

You don't really love the sun, it drives you wild

You're lying, summer child

Aren′t you way too busy

Taking care of everybody

To take care of yourself?

When the sun goes missing

Aren′t the flowers just as pretty?

Aren't the oceans just as deep?

The trees as green?

And as for me

I′ll watch you weep

Oh, summer child

You don't have to act like all you feel is mild

You don′t really love the sun, it drives you wild

You're lying, summer child