Hey you big star
tell me
When it's over
hey you big mood
Guide me to shelter
'cause I'm through
When the two
hits the six
And it's Summer
could come
Shove it shove it
shove it aside
Shove it shove it
shove it aside
Shove it shove it
shove it aside
Shove it aside
I think God is moving
Is tongue
there are no crowds
In the streets
and no Sun
In my own Summer
the shade is a tool
A device a savior
see I try to look up
To the sky by my eyes
burn could come
Shove it shove it
shove it aside
Shove it shove it
shove it aside
Shove it shove it
shove it aside
Shove it shove it
shove it aside
Shove it shove it
shove it aside
Shove it shove it
shove it aside
Shove it shove it
shove it aside
Shove it aside
I think God is moving
Is tongue
there no crowds
In the streets
and no Sun
In my own Summer
shove
Shove it shove it
shove it aside
Shove it shove it
shove it aside
Shove it shove it
shove it aside
Shove it
aside~