That June
The showers thrive in the morning, awaiting a blissful couple to tango through them
The beating sun arises, heating the ocean surface and inviting us to caress its waves
As I lay silently beside you, I catch a whiff of sea salt and cigarette smoke in your hair
The familiar tequila bottle sits between us, like the shimmering shrine of our romance
The seagulls croon a record composed just for you and me, a track that can be found nowhere else
Our divan is nothing but our cheap beach towels and the pearly sand, but I couldn’t be happier
Our tanned legs are tied together like a bow, sun beams reflect off of your sunglasses
Your hand on my hip, and we’re drifting, sailing away
Outcasts of the world, breathing summer, sleeping summer
The beating sun arises, heating the ocean surface and inviting us to caress its waves
As I lay silently beside you, I catch a whiff of sea salt and cigarette smoke in your hair
The familiar tequila bottle sits between us, like the shimmering shrine of our romance
The seagulls croon a record composed just for you and me, a track that can be found nowhere else
Our divan is nothing but our cheap beach towels and the pearly sand, but I couldn’t be happier
Our tanned legs are tied together like a bow, sun beams reflect off of your sunglasses
Your hand on my hip, and we’re drifting, sailing away
Outcasts of the world, breathing summer, sleeping summer