| 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. |