Summer, it came   like a light across the highlands   and we laid it down.   You wore a dress   made of light from the islands   and we sent postcards home.      In dying light   this was not to be forgotten   ‘cause we are the chosen few.   Into the sea with the touch of softest cotton   Beneath this angel moon   Its been keeping me awake      Leaving this behind was my first mistake   and I’m not so strong   to be satisfied by all the things I’ve done   and the things it threw away.      You wrote your name   as we lay among the heather.   What you left behind   Following paths that would lead us both together   Let us lose our minds   Its been keeping me awake      Leaving this behind was my first mistake   and I’m not so strong   to be satisfied by all the things I’ve done   by the things it threw away.      Summer, it fell   and it coursed across the highlands   and so quickly gone.   Your faded dress for years now tied away and silent   and the night’s late lullaby   has been keeping me awake.      Leaving this behind was my first mistake   and I’m not so strong   to be satisfied by all the things I’ve done   by all the things it threw away.   By all the things it threw away   By all the things it threw away   By all the things it threw away