Ink spills in slow motion Heatwaves on the paper fold You sent me suns in your cursive I read 'em under lanterns gold You wrote like the tide writes the sand Brief but it clings to the skin Sun-warmed metaphors and moonlight plans I trace your words like violins Your voice in ink, a sweet disguise Between the lines, the stars arise I kept each letter like a breeze That only speaks in minor keys Oh, these summer letters, dancing on my chest Like fireflies trapped in envelopes addressed To nowhere but our maybe, our slow-burning flame You never signed your name But I knew it just the same You said the rain made your coffee taste wise And the Sun made your secrets bloom Your words wore linen and ocean eyes Like jazz in an empty room Your voice in ink, a sweet disguise Between the lines, the stars arise I kept each letter like a breeze That only speaks in minor keys Oh, these summer letters, dancing on my chest Like fireflies trapped in envelopes addressed To nowhere but our maybe, our slow-burning flame You never signed your name But I knew it just the same We never touched, but still I knew The sky got warmer when I thought of you Each sentence curved like lazy waves Each comma held the light it gave These summer letters, stitched into the dusk Like secrets hummed in the back of a bus To nowhere but our maybe, our slow-burning flame You never signed your name But I knew it just the same (Just the same) (Oh, I knew) Letters folding into the breeze Like you and me Caught in a key (Ooh, summer letters) (Like me and you) Letters folding into the breeze Like you and me Caught in a key (Ooh, summer letters)