Wake me up when we arrive
I'll walk you to Atlantic Drive
Touch the river, can you feel
All the voltage of the sea
In Summerland
Well, modern circumstances say
You walk alone every day
Coincidence will often find
The path toward the waterside
In Summerland
And then it's Tabernacle Street
I take the bus, I'm half asleep
Speak to me, you never call
Pieces landing where they fall
In Summerland
9 to 5, 10 to 2
Grief and sunset streaming through
The roads are dark, now all we see
Is carlight moving through the trees
Lost New York, Wardour Street
All we leave and all we keep
Route d'Archettes and Archway Rise
All we touch and all we find
In Summerland
I'm spinning into light and sound
Patterned by the passing crowd
Radiators through the walls
In our million mobile calls
I dream I meet you in the store
Clothes from 1994
Then you turn and speak to me
With all the voices of the sea
In Summerland