Lyricist : Noah McBeth/Molly Moore/Josh Cumbee
Composer : Noah McBeth/Molly Moore/Josh Cumbee
The sun is shining down on me
As if to say 'don't worry dear'
I'm keeping watch from way up here
Bees flock, my ice cubes melt away
Forever gone without a trace
Cheers to the final summer day
Oh, I'd love to make it last
Before the season ends
And shores become the past
Oh, I'd love to play pretend
So far from consequence
Like time is on our hands
Oh lord here comes the tidal wave
Seashells they fly which every way
No time to hide or switchin lanes
Under silent ultraviolet deadly rays
I cling to piles of cellophane
A plastic island that remained
Oh, I'd love to make it last
Before the season ends
And shores become the past
Oh, I'd love to play pretend
So far from consequence
Like time is on our hands
