Song | The Summer |
Artist | Josh Pyke |
Album | Chimney's Afire |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 | |
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 | |
( We should be living like we lived that summer | |
I wanna live like we live in the summer )*3 | |
And I’ll remember that summer as the right one | |
The storms made the pavement steam like a kettle | |
And our first goodbye 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 | |
( We should be living like we lived that summer | |
I wanna live like we live in the summer )*3 | |
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 | |
( We should be living like we lived that summer | |
I wanna live like we live in the summer )*3 | |
If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house | |
And pour it loose through your garden | |
end. |
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 | |
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 | |
We should be living like we lived that summer | |
I wanna live like we live in the summer 3 | |
And I' ll remember that summer as the right one | |
The storms made the pavement steam like a kettle | |
And our first goodbye 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 | |
We should be living like we lived that summer | |
I wanna live like we live in the summer 3 | |
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 | |
We should be living like we lived that summer | |
I wanna live like we live in the summer 3 | |
If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house | |
And pour it loose through your garden | |
end. |
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 | |
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 | |
We should be living like we lived that summer | |
I wanna live like we live in the summer 3 | |
And I' ll remember that summer as the right one | |
The storms made the pavement steam like a kettle | |
And our first goodbye 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 | |
We should be living like we lived that summer | |
I wanna live like we live in the summer 3 | |
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 | |
We should be living like we lived that summer | |
I wanna live like we live in the summer 3 | |
If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house | |
And pour it loose through your garden | |
end. |