♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Evergreens in a dream with an island town ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Draw a line in the sand and we'll smooth it down ♪ ♪ Move aside, we'll get to the middle, count them off one at a time ♪ ♪ And we'll try to get us right ♪ ♪ Waking in the white sun, lights out, waiting through the days and nights out ♪ ♪ It's a slow cinnamon summer, your spell's pulling me under ♪ ♪ Rowing in a wooded high low, showing me the moves to follow ♪ ♪ It's a slow cinnamon summer, your spell's pulling me under ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ It's a hand on the ground that's around for an hour of hope ♪ ♪ It disappears as the sea takes it in and swallows it whole ♪ ♪ And just as it leaks, just as it's sinking, the mortar will save our soul ♪ ♪ I'm too cold to keep low ♪ ♪ Waking in the white sun, lights out, waiting through the days and nights out ♪ ♪ It's a slow cinnamon summer, your spell's pulling me under ♪ ♪ Rowing in a wooded high low, showing me the moves to follow ♪ ♪ It's a slow cinnamon summer, your spell's pulling me under ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Waking in the white sun, lights out, waiting through the days and nights out ♪ ♪ It's a slow cinnamon summer, your spell's pulling me under ♪ ♪ Waking in the white sun, lights out, waiting through the days and nights out ♪ ♪ It's a slow cinnamon summer, your spell's pulling me under ♪ ♪ Rowing in a wooded high low, showing me the moves to follow ♪ ♪ It's a slow cinnamon summer, your spell's pulling me under ♪