It’s time, it’s time to fake a laughnPretend it’s only disasternCos silence that’s the worst of allnWith your riot thoughtsnAnd suffer, suffer on your ownnDon’t make it difficultnAnd find somewhere, anywhere else to looknI don’t want this feelingnnThe trail of the summer jets streaming overnThe trail of the summer jets and you’re gonennIt’s cold, up there where they flynAnd too bright to look for longnParting wounds fresh for your eyesnBut they’ve been there so longnAnd look how we just stick aroundnGazing skywardnAnd how the movement looks so slownBut still you gonnThe trail of the summer jets streaming overnThe trail of the summer jets and you’re gone