[Verse 1] The salt is crusted on the skin of my palms A three-month rhythm of ocean-fed calms The boardwalk is quiet, the shutters are up Draining the light from a salt-rimmed cup We lived by the tide and the lunar pull But the moon is thin and the calendar’s full The cooler is empty, the towels are frayed Just memories of games that we’ve already played [Pre-Chorus] The radio’s playing a different song The kind that reminds you that you don’t belong [Chorus] In the sunwashed summer, we were golden and blurred Where the roar of the water was the only word heard Now the air is turning cool and the light’s getting old And the stories of August are starting to fold One last breath of the wild and the blue Before the real world pulls me away from you And our sunwashed summer [Verse 2] The floorboard is covered in silver-white sand Small pieces of islands we held in our hand The clock on the dashboard is starting to tick The heat of the pavement is heavy and thick No more bonfires burning till two in the morning No more ignoring the seasonal warning [Chorus] In the sunwashed summer, we were golden and blurred Where the roar of the water was the only word heard Now the air is turning cool and the light’s getting old And the stories of August are starting to fold One last breath of the wild and the blue Before the real world pulls me away from you And our sunwashed summer [Bridge] [Half-time tempo, dreamy synth breakdown] We’ll trade the flip-flops for heavy leather shoes Trade the horizon for the evening news But I’ll keep the memory of the spray on my face To get through the winter in a landlocked place [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Yeah! In the sunwashed summer, we were golden and blurred Where the roar of the water was the only word heard Now the air is turning cool and the light’s getting old And the stories of August are starting to fold One last breath of the wild and the blue Before the real world pulls me away from you And our sunwashed summer [Outro] Sunwashed... fading out The tide is going, the tide is out Just one more sunset... please just one more 'cause the real world is waiting... On the other side of the shore Away. From. Our sunwashed summer
