We're sunbathing and we cover our eyes
We sit by the fire and look to the sky
You can't find the words
But I realise I couldn't put it better if I tried
Why don't we just take there fold-up chairs
Your red shoes and my black hair
And wonder till we're lost somewhere
A marble under your tongue
There's a space where words should have come
Pounded by the beating of my own heart
I turn my back and depart
Why don't we just take there fold-up chairs
Your red shoes and my black hair
And wonder till we're lost somewhere
tomorrow will come too soon
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