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