Lyrics
Radio summer, where's my passport?
I've been dreaming here for way too long
I tripped on the bottle
To take in the landscape
I'd do anything to kill my time
Something about you slipped into my mind
And it hurt, and it hurt, and it hurt
To face the truth
And how are you?
August eleven from out of nowhere
I hope twenty seven treats you well
I've had my suspicions
But don't be a fool, dear
Just tell me why you want to shut me out
I lay down beside you
To feel the burning years
Coming true, coming true, coming true
And I'm confused
Looking 'round for myself
Looking 'round for myself
No idea where I've gone
But as far as I know
I picked up the habit of hiding from my shadow
Thinking that I'm better off staring down the radio
I just want a way out
Drive me to the shore, yeah
Maybe drift off on the coast of California
This is not a postcard, this is not a phone call
One wrong step and I'm back inside of these walls
I was hoping I could be the one to show you
All the pretty days unfolding
Each one in its own design
And you know that I could be the one to hold you
Loving never felt this easy
You could be my one desire
But in the starlight
Gently I feel you stirring
And I know this won't be easy
Thomas Mole
O/B/O DistroKid