Walk Away From Summer- by: unknown forgotten

Rooms of golden summers
Take the breeze away
Things are changing

Sirens are ringing
To the house wife symphony
Hear the black and whites rolling near

Sweeping the carpets
Mopping up blood
There was no incedent here

Trees are shedding
Golden layers to the ground
The sun is fading to the south

Hear the children
Playing in the streets
Imagine all the little heart beats

Huddle near now darling
This time has come to an end
Things are changing