David’s Last Summer – Pulp

The room smells faintly of sun tan lotion
In the evening sunlight and when you take off your clothes
You’re still wearing a small pale skin bikini
The sound of children playing in the park comes from faraway
And time slows down to the speed of the specks of dust
Floating in the light from the window
Summer leaves fall from Summer trees
Summer grazes fade on Summer knees
Summer nights are slowly getting long
Summer’s going, hurry soon it’ll be gone
So we went out to the park at midnight one last time
Past the abandoned glasshouse stuffed full of dying palms
Past the bandstand and down to the boating lake
And we swam in the moonlight for what seemed like hours
Until we couldn’t swim anymore
And when we came out of the water we sensed a certain movement in the air
And we both shivered slightly and ran to collect our clothes
And as we walked home we could hear the leaves curling and turning
Brown on the trees
And the birds deciding where to go for Winter
And the whole sound
The whole sound of Summer packing its bags and preparing to leave town