Over the past few years

To the traditional sounds of the English summer

[Incomprehensible]

[Incomprehensible] What were the skies like when you were young?

They went on forever and they, when I, we lived in Arizona

And the skies always had little fluffy clouds

And they moved down, they were long and clear

And there were lots of stars at night And when it would rain it would all turn, it, they were beautiful

The most beautiful skies as a matter of fact

The sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire

And the clouds would catch the colors everywhere

That's neat, 'cause I used to look at them all the time when I was little

You don't see that Layering different sounds on top of each other

Layering different sounds on top of each other Little fluffy clouds and little fluffy clouds and

Little fluffy clouds and little fluffy clouds and What were the skies like when you were young?

They went on forever and they, when I, we lived in Arizona

And the skies always had little fluffy clouds

And they moved down, they were long and clear

And there were lots of stars at night And when it would rain it would all turn, it, they were beautiful

The most beautiful skies as a matter of fact

The sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire

And the clouds would catch the colors everywhere

That's neat, 'cause I used to look at them all the time when I was little

You don't see that Little fluffy clouds and little fluffy clouds and

Little fluffy clouds and little fluffy clouds and When I, we lived in Arizona

And the skies always had little fluffy clouds

And they moved down, they were long and clear

And there were lots of stars at night And when it would rain it would all turn, it, they were beautiful

The most beautiful skies as a matter of fact

The sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire

And the clouds would catch the colors everywhere

That's neat, 'cause I used to look at them all the time when I was little

You don't see that, you might still see them in the desert The most beautiful skies as a matter of fact

Purple and red, purple and red and yellow on fire

And red and yellow on fire

The clouds would catch the colors