Drive-By Summer - Bell X1, Hannah Cohen

It’s a drive-by summer at the end of March

Sees more than it’s pound of flesh

City comes alive in the sunshine

All loved-up, everyone flashing smiles

But oh it gives and it taketh away

Reset to one of those shades of grey

Shackles ring on through the ages

Shaping all of our many faces

Still they gazed and still their wonder grew

When it’s gone sure who’d be looking at you

Who’d be looking at you

Laughing at the people in the garden centre

My barber says they must all be mental

All this shit will be dead week

Cos no good things last, haven’t you seen?

What is this, taking of pleasure

In others misfortune and misadventure?

Gets parked for this summer surprise

All lifted by the rising tide

Still they gazed and still their wonder grew

When it’s gone sure who’d be looking at you

Who’d be looking at you