Bedbound by Summer - Forecasting / Broadcasting Lyrics

Well I'm writing books in Russian slang
Just to write down words people can't understand
We're all searching for a deeper meaning in fiction
Putting the finishing touches to the forecast for next July
Because I crave the sunshine and the long drives

So lead your children down to the river
And in the water we'll have a parade
If I was set free from the aviary
How far would I fly from the cage?

Well my father used to sleep in coffins
I'm waking up in cars
He used to have nightmares about train tracks
On the 7:18 East I'm building romance from bad dreams
My mother used to tell me
'Boy, you're growing up far too fast, don't concern yourself with love and hate these summers they just won't last'