[03:07.00]Cicadas fade slow in the evening breeze
[03:07.00]Wind brushes gently through my hair
[03:07.00]Clouds bleed out colors across the sky
[03:07.00]I sit on the old swing, counting birds in the air
[03:07.00]Sunset stretches my shadow long and thin
[03:07.00]Quiet loneliness sinks gently in
[03:07.00]Summer has its late afterglow
[03:07.00]Just like you, smiling when you’re slow to show
[03:07.00]It paints the sky red, warms my heart inside
[03:07.00]This late meeting, but it’s right, it’s you inside
[03:07.00]Summer has its late afterglow
[03:07.00]Soft as the hope in your eyes that glows
[03:07.00]All this waiting finally makes sense
[03:07.00]You, coming late, are my favorite defense
[03:07.00]When the streetlights flicker and begin to glow
[03:07.00]You walk to me with starlight and a dimple show
[03:07.00]Ice cream in my hand melts slowly, soft and sweet
[03:07.00]All my unease is wrapped up in your heat
[03:07.00]Maybe time just meant to slow its pace
[03:07.00]So we could find each other in the crowded space
[03:07.00]When sunset kisses your cheek so fine
[03:07.00]I know happiness can be a little late, and that’s alright
[03:07.00]Summer has its late afterglow
[03:07.00]Just like you, smiling when you’re slow to show
[03:07.00]It paints the sky red, warms my heart inside
[03:07.00]This late meeting, but it’s right, it’s you inside
[03:07.00]Summer has its late afterglow
[03:07.00]Soft as the hope in your eyes that glows
[03:07.00]All this waiting finally makes sense
[03:07.00]You, coming late, are my favorite defense