Summer's Over (windswept version)

Kamikaze seagull planes fighting over chip-shop take-away remains; and when you're walking on the cliff, you can't help thinking of how far down the sea is, and what if they should give...

I didn't mean to drag you down, summer's over, seaside town; but don't say we shouldn't have come so far - this seaside town, summer's over.

Empty pubs echo with sounds - jukebox selections that keep going round and round. Well, maybe rain is all we need to come and wash the summer rubbish off the beach... oh, let's just go to sleep!

I didn't mean to drag you down, summer's over, seaside town, don't say we shouldn't have come so far, this seaside town...

I didn't mean to drag you down, summer's over, seaside town, don't say we shouldn't have come so far, this seaside town...

I didn't mean to drag you down, summer's over, seaside town; don't say we shouldn't have come so far - this seaside town, summer's over.

This summer's over, seaside town,
This seaside town, summer's over,
Summer's over.