Everyday at twilight. When the sun turns red in the sky. I think of you on that shoreline. Brushing the hair from your eyes. We were drawing our names in the wet sand.
Everyday at twilight. When the sun turns red in the sky. I think of you on that shoreline. Brushing the hair from your eyes. We were drawing our names in the wet sand.
Top Back, Hands Up, Radio On. With my girlfriend, just us, they playing our song and yeah. Ain't nothing like a summertime ride. Ain't nothing like the summertime.