R.e.m. Summer Turns To High

Mercury is rising still

Turn the fan on high

I won't step on my own shadow

no one wants to cry.

Someone put a pox on me

I'll spit in their eye.

Summer turns to high.

With my bedsheet cape and sandals

circle citronella candles.

Summer's here, the light is raising

hopes and dragonflies.

If those hopes are overshadowed

cotton candy, caramel apple.

Summer turns to high

Summer turns to high

Summer turns to high,

Summer high

After wine and nectarines

the fireflies and time

move like syrup through the evening

with a sweet resign.

I won't pine for what could have been -

I'm preoccupied!

Summer turns to high

Summer turns to high

Summer turns to high,

Summer high.