[Intro] We thought the sun would sign our names. Gold on your cheek, time at the gate. [Verse 1] You stood in the yard with a peach in your hand, juice on your wrist like a small bright crime. The radio cracked through the kitchen screen, and the whole street softened in borrowed time. I said, “Stay there.” You said, “Don’t make me holy.” I said, “Too late.” You laughed like you knew me. The roses leaned over the fence to listen. The ice in the glass gave up and sank. I tried to save you in perfect weather, but perfection is a crooked thing. [Chorus] Summer fools, we thought it would last. Sun on our mouths, shade coming fast. I wrote you down so the light wouldn’t move. Still, time found us, summer fools. [Verse 2] Now every June puts your ghost in linen, bare feet bright on the porch-board dust. The sky turns blue like it owes me something, then spends it all by dusk. I kept the picture. I kept the sentence. I kept the day where the ink stayed wet. But saving beauty is not the same as asking beauty what it meant. Maybe I trapped you in golden weather. Maybe I loved you best as proof. Maybe the poem was just another room where I could keep from losing you. [Chorus] Summer fools, we thought it would last. Sun on our mouths, shade coming fast. I wrote you down so the light wouldn’t move. Still, time found us, summer fools. [Bridge] The page can hold the shape of the flame, but not the heat that left with your name. The line can shine. The line can lie. It keeps your face and loses why. I wanted forever with no bruise, but even forever has something to prove. [Final Chorus] Summer fools, we knew it would pass. Sun on our mouths, shade moving fast. I wrote you down and the light broke through. Time still found us, but so did you. [Outro] We thought the sun would sign our names. It left no signature. Only gold on the page. [End]
