Testo Good Person

Summer's got me thinking wrong
Why have I been gone so long?
Summer's got me breathing wrong
Worn out heads can't find a cause

Never had I really thought
I was dying with them all
Then His hand began to draw Faded writing on the wall

We laugh at crooked faces in mirrors
Because we do not appear in them
We laugh at crooked faces in mirrors
Because we do not appear in them

In my mind, all the time
In my mind, all the time

Summertime, in my mind
All the time, summertime