Trembling Blue Stars

Last Summertime's Obsession

Album: Her Handwriting [1997]
Author: Bobby Wratten

I found my home now I'm back to drifting

I miss the feeling she gave me of belonging

If I was only going to lose it

In a way I wish I'd never known it

 

I still want someone that I can't have

But now it's someone that I once had

 

It no longer matters that I'll never

Kiss the lips, hold the hand

Of last summer's constant companion

Of last summertime's obsession

 

It's the touch of a different hand I'm missing

Lips I've kissed already that I want to be kissing

 

I was careless with a precious gift

With what we'd found, with what had come around

I was careless with a precious gift

With what we'd found, with what had come around

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