Call it summer sickness Focusing on forgiveness I'm drunk on a Friday morning But I'm dry And in this year's division Suffering is a season But when the wind is blowing I feel it die Caught a glimpse of your shadow Singing at the piano Long time ago it seems It all started with a fever Your voice on the receiver Oh father father free her My mother dreams of flying My mother dreams of flying Call it summer sickness Focusing on forgiveness I'm drunk on a Friday morning