[Lyric] Summer Of The Shark (Laurie Shaw)

Welcome to the witching hour
The loos are down the hall to the right
Feel free to lean on the wood
Vibrating from an animal bite

The night she went missing
I saw her kissing a stranger in a car
The night of her passing
I was amassing glasses at the bar
Maybe it's just a summer of the shark

How did you know the deceased?
Ah, I didn't really
She came in a lot
She worked every other weekend
At the art and hobby shop

X-Acto blade panic
Were they satanic, those marks
In the bark?
Well any art is exotic
Big city narcotics? No ta
We are dwindling sparks
Now it's such a summer of the shark