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

We should be living like we lived that summer
I wanna live like we live in the summer

And if the summer holds a song we might sing forever
Then the winter holds a bite we'd never felt before