Campfire Sigh - 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

Written by:
Grant Prosser

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