Soft Summer Girls - Barzin

I stole all her letters

I stole all those poems

They belong to a girl

I used to know

There’s still music

On Queen Street

Where all the young girls go

I would rather be down there

Than to read these notes

I praise all these soft

Summer girls

They take me away

From the one I used to know

By the light of the kitchen

I’ve been reading your notes

I didn’t notice

I had forgotten

The sound of your voice

Are you still the same girl

I used to know?

Do you still wake up early

To write your poems?

I praise all these soft

Summer girls

They take me away

From the one I used to know

I praise all these soft

Summer girls

All that’s left now

Are summer girls