At The End Of Each Summer (And What's More To Spend) Poem by Pierre Rausch

So don't forget at the end of each summer
You can take the staircase, the summer disappears
So don't forget at the end of each summer
To make something up

Like your enormous paint box
Fake designers and sweat-shirts
Though neither remembered the innoncence
Took her gloves out of the warmth

So don't forget at the end of each summer
You can take the staircase, the summer disappears
So don't forget at the end of each summer
To make something up

What is she doing here
At the end of each summer
The library on the fourteenth floor
At the end of each summer

So don't forget at the end of each summer
You can take the staircase, the summer disappears
So don't forget at the end of each summer
To make something up

And what's more to spend
With the palm upwards
In the basement of the barber shop
Looked over at the curstomer

And what's more to spend
With the palm upwards
In the basement of the barber shop
Looked over at the curstomer

So don't forget at the end of each summer
You can take the staircase, the summer disappears
So don't forget at the end of each summer
To make something up