We give a solemn toast to the dawn, the hint of wine sprees as we yawn

The August morning brings a chill, but only warmth inside we feel

Upon the sands our feets walk bare, tuxedos ruffling... winds comb hair

Still dancing in the midnight ball, with violins that rise and fall

Our ladies doused in scentful potion, their glinting gowns spark off the ocean

It's been a month here to remember.. not looking forward to september

The summer days from june to now, they've been the best i can avow

Here on the shores of morning's grace, i watch the sun shine on their face-

Reflecting smiles, through spotless glass.. i wish these summer days would last