歌曲 | The Summer |
歌手 | Josh Pyke |
专辑 | Chillseeker |
[Intro - Verse 1] | |
If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house | |
And pour it loose through your garden | |
So the hinges on your windows would rust and colour | |
Like the boats pulled up on the sand for the summer | |
And your sweet clean clothes would go stiff on the line | |
And there’d be sand in your pockets and nothing on your mind. | |
[Bridge] | |
Oh ah-ah-ah-ah-ah | |
[Verse 2] | |
But every year it gets a little bit harder | |
To get back to the feeling of when we were fifteen, | |
And we could jump in the river upstream | |
And let the current carry us to the beginning where, | |
The river met the sea again. | |
And all our days were a sun-drenched haze, | |
While the salt spray crusted on the window panes. | |
[Bridge - 2] | |
Oh ah-ah-ah-ah-ah | |
[Chorus] x 3 | |
We should be living like we lived that summer | |
I wanna live like we lived in the summer | |
[Verse 3] | |
And I’ll remember that summer as the right one | |
The storms made the pavement steam like a kettle | |
And our first goodbyes always seemed like hours | |
In the car park in between my house and yours | |
And if the summer holds a song we might sing forever | |
Then the winter holds a bite we’d never felt before. | |
[Bridge - 3] | |
Oh ah-ah-ah-ah-ah | |
[Chorus] x 3 | |
We should be living like we lived that summer | |
I wanna live like we lived in the summer | |
[Verse 4] | |
But time is like the ocean | |
You can only hold a little in your hands | |
So we swim before we’re broken | |
Before our bones become | |
Black coral on the sand | |
[Instrumental Rest] -18 seconds- | |
[Chorus] x 3 | |
We should be living like we lived that summer | |
I wanna live like we lived in the summer | |
[Outro] | |
If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house | |
And pour it loose through your garden. |
Intro Verse 1 | |
If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house | |
And pour it loose through your garden | |
So the hinges on your windows would rust and colour | |
Like the boats pulled up on the sand for the summer | |
And your sweet clean clothes would go stiff on the line | |
And there' d be sand in your pockets and nothing on your mind. | |
Bridge | |
Oh ahahahahah | |
Verse 2 | |
But every year it gets a little bit harder | |
To get back to the feeling of when we were fifteen, | |
And we could jump in the river upstream | |
And let the current carry us to the beginning where, | |
The river met the sea again. | |
And all our days were a sundrenched haze, | |
While the salt spray crusted on the window panes. | |
Bridge 2 | |
Oh ahahahahah | |
Chorus x 3 | |
We should be living like we lived that summer | |
I wanna live like we lived in the summer | |
Verse 3 | |
And I' ll remember that summer as the right one | |
The storms made the pavement steam like a kettle | |
And our first goodbyes always seemed like hours | |
In the car park in between my house and yours | |
And if the summer holds a song we might sing forever | |
Then the winter holds a bite we' d never felt before. | |
Bridge 3 | |
Oh ahahahahah | |
Chorus x 3 | |
We should be living like we lived that summer | |
I wanna live like we lived in the summer | |
Verse 4 | |
But time is like the ocean | |
You can only hold a little in your hands | |
So we swim before we' re broken | |
Before our bones become | |
Black coral on the sand | |
Instrumental Rest 18 seconds | |
Chorus x 3 | |
We should be living like we lived that summer | |
I wanna live like we lived in the summer | |
Outro | |
If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house | |
And pour it loose through your garden. |