summer's at it's end. when we look back at where we've been, we could have
fallen apart out there, but I don't regret a thing. We kept on pushing
through the rain, a thousand miles a day. Hit the coast and back again. We
did this all as friends.
The sand of san diago in my shoes. I bottled the pacific for you and let
every new state clear my head. We'd drive all night to the tapes we made. For
the next twelve days to hell with everything.
You say you can read me like a book, how I tear and crumple like paper
whenever I fold. So I dive inside a glass, I swim my way to safety, I drown
my way home.