Metric - Raw Sugar

Sort of wonder why 

No one said a word
Don't you like it on the sly?
Don't you like it till it hurts?
Have I been on your mind? 

What's a voice without a song?
Something in your head 

You've been fighting all along...

I don't want to say it, 

The news is not so good
We'll never get away, 

And even if we could
We'd just play the tambourine 

Around an open flame
Oversleep and burn 

To be back in the game

'Cause summer never comes 

Nowhere near high noon
And winter never comes 

Nor the harvest moon

Raw sugar
I don't want to die living in a high rise grave
I pay to call home
(same black day, high rise grave)

No I'm not complaining, 

Yes it could be worse
Ferment on the wish bone, 

Match the lips to the purse
Neighborhood's a runway, 

Fry the ass and thighs
Dirty denim dealers, 

pushed behind the ire's

And summer never comes 

Nowhere near high noon
And winter never comes 

Nor the harvest moon

Raw sugar
I don't want to die living in a high rise grave
I pay to call home
(same black day, high rise grave)

Still I wear the red dress, 

Paint my toes and twirl
Take it back to old times,

when I was still a girl
'Cause now I'm all baboon boys, 

Cootchie Cootchie Coo
Sort of wonder why 

I missed a kiss for you

'Cause summer never comes (same black day, high rise grave)
Winter never comes (same black day, high rise grave)

'Cause summer never comes (same black day, high rise grave)
Winter never comes (same black day, high rise grave)

'Cause summer never comes (same black day, high rise grave)