I cannot wait for summer
I cannot wait for June
When all the ghosts are quiet
When everything is new
My voice to me, he's always asking for a dance
She said I hate his moves
Hands under her legs, his hands, always in my hand
She said I hate those moves
I scan the room, I see a clock
Your eyes are closed, its getting dark
Is it over?
I turn my head, I climb the stairs
and try to feel like no ones there
Is it over?
I cannot wait for summer
I cannot wait for June
When all the ghosts are quiet
When everything is new
Her face to me, I see she's asking for a dance
You know, she loves my moves
Her hands around my waist, my arms around her back
You know, she loves my moves
The quiet room, the evening draw
I've never felt so wild at all
Is it over?
The boy who sits across from me,
just turns his head and doesn't see, 'till it's...
over
