I can see you standing there On the coldest street in the coldest town On the oldest darkest side of the world This state can't keep my warmth from you Summer flowers never come in bloom And we're wearing Jean Jackets In June Revisiting our younger selves With the same old songs and the same old tales Degauss these mix tapes and these photos too Vanquish the history of you Summer never came that afternoon And we're holding onto our Jean Jackets In June And we're wearing our And we're holding onto our Jean Jackets In June This is the shortest summer The windchill makes me suffer The cold still haunts me And I want it to last longer This is the shortest summer And the only thing I can offer Is granting you warmth from the cold It's haunting me, it's conjuring It's haunting me, it's conjuring, it's haunting me There's a bus leaving at midnight It's only got room left for me or you This town won the war years ago Let my jacket keep you warm This is the shortest summer Jean Jackets In June I can still see you in daydreams Take this for warmth from the cold This is the shortest summer And the only thing I remember is our Jean Jackets In June