[Verse 1] You had chlorine in your hair, A paper bracelet on your wrist, Said your dad had booked the cheap rooms 'Cause the sea view didn't exist. We stole peaches from the breakfast, Left our flip-flops by the pool, You were sixteen going nowhere, I was sixteen playing cool. [Pre-Chorus] Every night the same old DJ, Every night that stupid song, We'd complain about the music Then we'd sing it all night long. [Chorus] So come on, come on, Meet me by the hotel sign, Where the letters didn't work But we could read them just fine. Come on, come on, We were sunburnt, broke and young, With a week to live forever And a language on our tongues. I don't know where you are now, But I know exactly when— Somewhere underneath that Spanish sun, I'm sixteen again. [Verse 2] You wrote your number on a napkin, With a biro running dry, Then the waiter cleared the table And we laughed until we cried. There was sunscreen on the postcards, Sand inside my camera case, And a tiny plastic dolphin That I kept because of your face. [Pre-Chorus] Your mum shouted from the balcony, Mine was counting down the days, We were making stupid promises That only holidays can make. [Chorus] So come on, come on, Meet me by the hotel sign, Where the letters didn't work But we could read them just fine. Come on, come on, We were sunburnt, broke and young, With a week to live forever And a language on our tongues. I don't know where you are now, But I know exactly when— Somewhere underneath that Spanish sun, I'm sixteen again. [Bridge] Last morning, 6:15, Suitcases across the tiles, Your coach left twenty minutes first, I watched it for a mile. No grand goodbye, no movie scene, No rain against the glass, Just your hand against the window Getting smaller as you passed. [Breakdown] And I kept that stupid bracelet 'Til the writing disappeared. Funny how a week can vanish And still follow you for years. [Final Chorus] Come on, come on, Meet me by the hotel sign, Where the letters didn't work But we could read them just fine. Come on, come on, We were sunburnt, broke and young, With a week to live forever And a language on our tongues. Maybe you forgot me, Maybe that's just how it ends, But somewhere underneath that Spanish sun, We're sixteen again. [Outro] Chlorine in your hair, Paper bracelet on your wrist, Funny all the little things You never know you're gonna miss.
