Summer Vacation

Summer days are at an end My face is burned, a mouthful of sand I know the calendar is fading fast The flowers bloom in the garden I tend I grow Oh, I need to make something Something strong To build upon when I'm gone What was once lost will be replaced I'll see it in the lines on my face They know, this feeling grips me once again A fear I feel it enters my skin It grows Oh, I need to make something Something strong To build upon when I'm gone Ooh, they'll never take us through hell Whoa, they'll never take us through hell It's easier to pretend lately Ignorance is bliss it's true Cutting down the flowers maybe Is something I didn't want to do Ooh, they'll never take us through hell Whoa, they'll never take us through hell Whoa, they'll never take us through hell Whoa, they'll never take us through hell