In the summer, I took my gun and made him go to Neverland He was something, my old husband, he had all you ever wanted Did you say something? What'd you say? Was that your voice, or was that me? Little voices, buzzing poison, backward noise from everything Thought this one ghost is inside, ghost says they're all from Neverland And never, ever let me be Was that your voice, or was that me? Dirty dust in the city saw me playing ball with Dizzy Jim Dizzy Jim had never spoken, whispered back for money My heart string was broken, it was there I pulled it, stretched in front and laid In the summer silence, I was campfire In the summer silence, I was doing nothing In the summer silence, I was campfire In the summer silence, I was doing nothing Play with me, my love In the summer sun I'll be waiting in Your favorite Cheshire grin Play with me, my dear In the evening clear I'll be dreaming in My paper pale skin In the summer silence, I was campfire In the summer silence, I was doing nothing In the summer silence, I was campfire In the summer silence, I was doing nothing In the summer silence, I was campfire In the summer silence, I was doing nothing In the summer silence, I was campfire In the summer silence, I was doing nothing In the summer silence In the summer silence In the summer silence In the summer silence In the summer silence