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
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
We should be living like we lived that summer
(I wanna live like we live in the summer)
We should be living like we lived that summer
(I wanna live like we live in the summer)
yours
would
window
while
where
storms
stiff
steam
should
seemed
river
remember
pulled
every
drenched
current
winter
hinges
colour
clean
black
holds
pavement
breeze
before
fifteen
summer
clothes
become
lived
bottle
always
through
little
bones
carry
might
between
forever
right
harder
feeling
living
windows
wanna
first
hours
coral
beginning
garden
goodbye
hands
boats
house
sweet
spray
kettle
loose
broken
never
nothing
upstream
ocean
again
panes
crusted
could
pockets
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