It’s time, it’s time to fake a laugh   Pretend it’s only disaster   Cos silence that’s the worst of all   With your riot thoughts   And suffer, suffer on your own   Don’t make it difficult   And find somewhere, anywhere else to look   I don’t want this feeling      The trail of the summer jets streaming over   The trail of the summer jets and you’re gone      It’s cold, up there where they fly   And too bright to look for long   Parting wounds fresh for your eyes   But they’ve been there so long   And look how we just stick around   Gazing skyward   And how the movement looks so slow   But still you go      The trail of the summer jets streaming over   The trail of the summer jets and you’re gone