Raw Sugar

Metric · Grow Up and Blow Away [2002]

Sort of wonder why no one said a word

Don't you like it on the sly? Don't you like it till it hurts?

Have I been on your mind? What's a voice without a song?

Something in your head you've been fighting all along



I don't want to say it, the news is not so good

We'll never get away, and even if we could

We'd just play the tambourine around an open flame

Oversleep and burn to be back in the game



'Cause summer never comes, nowhere near high noon

And winter never comes, nor the harvest moon



Raw sugar (save that date)

I don't want to die living in a high-rise grave

I'll pray to call home

Save that date

High-rise grave

Raw sugar

I don't want to die living in a high-rise grave

I'll pray to call home

Save that date

High-rise grave



No I'm not complaining, yes it could be worse

Ferment on the wishbone, match the lips to the purse

Neighbourhood's a runway, fry the ass and thighs

Dirty denim dealers, pushed behind the ires



And summer never comes, nowhere near high noon

And winter never comes, nor the harvest moon



Raw sugar

I don't want to die living in a high-rise grave

I'll pray to call home

Save that date

High-rise grave

Raw sugar

I don't want to die living in a high-rise grave

I'll pray to call home

Save that date

High-rise grave



Still I wear the red dress, paint my toes and twirl

Take it back to old times when I was still a girl

'Cause now I'm all baboon boys, coochie-coochie-coo

Sort of wondered why, I missed a kiss for you



'Cause summer never comes (save that date)

(High-rise grave)

Winter never comes

(High-rise grave)

'Cause summer never comes (save that date)

(High-rise grave)

Winter never (summer never)

Comes (save that date)



Summer never comes, summer never comes