Lyric

Mmm…

White petals gathered in the grass

A quiet afternoon that lasts

The distant sound of someone home

Carried softly through the open road

Sunlight settles on the stone

Turning ordinary moments gold

Nothing asks to be remembered

Still it stays

The shape of early summer

Not a place

Not a name

Just the feeling that remains

The shape of early summer

Light and slow

Passing through

Like a color you once knew

Laundry moving with the air

Drawing shadows everywhere

A bicycle beyond the trees

A radio caught in the breeze

The day unfolding piece by piece

Without a reason

Without a need

Everything becomes a little softer

As it goes

Mmm…

The shape of early summer

Clouds dissolve above the roofs

Leaving patches of bright blue

The warmth remains upon the wall

Long after the light has gone

Somewhere flowers lean and sway

Somewhere children end their games

Evening gathers at the edges

Of the day

Maybe it was never in the flowers

Or the sky

Or the wind

Maybe it lived between them

In the spaces

We almost missed

The shape of early summer

Not a place

Not a name

Just the feeling that remains

The shape of early summer

Light and slow

Passing through

Like a color you once knew

The shape of early summer

Soft and bright

Lingering

Long after the light

The shadows lengthen

The air grows still

A season quietly

Becomes itself