Summer in Her Hair - Bart Davenport

I barely know her
But when I touch her shoulder
There’s a warmth there that lingers
Like the summer in her hair, it lingers
With the winter in mine
Gentle as the breezes that carry me home
Heavy as my heart that sinks like a stone
I know it ain’t wrong
I know it ain’t wrong
Afterparty at the station
We struck up a conversation
I was telling her all about England
On my mind, it’s always there in England
Lost in Leicester Square
I’ll be going back to London
With a fist full of sunlight
Hand it out for free up in Willesden
Hand it out for 50p in Hampstead
Spread it all across the heath
Gentle as the breezes that carry me home
Heavy as my heart that sinks like a stone
I know it ain’t wrong
I know it ain’t wrong
Tomorrow's lips will say
They want to be kissed today
So in my passenger seat she may linger
Like a song, you can’t forget the singer
Singing things I dare not say