Seven in the morning nSunlight on the ceiling tells the time to wake upnBut we're already soaring nThrough the morning routine, routinenAnd I'll get away with memories of younGet away with memories of younnEleven in the morningnPause to taste the air and watch the trees sway slowlynSmoke is rises highernPain feels burning fire, firenJust around the cornernnAnd I wonder nWill we ever get back to the summernLike all the ones we had when we were youngernI know if we keep driving then we'll get therenBack to friends were summer never ends nNever endsnnSeven in the evening nWe light the fire with our friends and swim under the starsnWork comes in the morning nBut you know we don't care, don't carenLife's never been so perfectnnAnd I wonder nWill we ever get back to the summernLike all the ones we had when we were youngernI wonder will, will we ever get backnGet back to everything we lovennAnd I wonder nWill we ever get back to the summernLike all the ones we had when we were youngernI wonder will, will we ever get backnGet back to everything we lovennn