[Intro] [Instrumental - Hazy synths, soft reverb, warm and dreamy] [Verse 1] I remember the rowing across Bags too heavy, map too old Someone brought a chair with a hole in it Called it luxury, called it gold Marcus brought his girlfriend Said she'd stay out of the way We barely saw him after Tuesday They had their own world in that tent [Pre-Chorus] No signal on the island No news from back home Just the fire and the silence And nowhere else to go [Chorus] We said we'd do this every year Same island, same cheap beer The smoke still in my hair I can almost feel it there We said we'd do this every year Ten years gone — we never did But God I wish we were still kids Out there on that island [Verse 2] We explored the whole island in a day Thought we owned every rock and tree Found a clearing nobody had touched Said we would claim it as ours The chair-throne stood there by the treeline We laughed until we couldn't breathe Marcus surfaced sometime Thursday With that look — you know the one — yeah [Pre-Chorus] No signal on the island No news from back home Just the fire and the silence And nowhere else to go [Chorus] We said we'd do this every year Same island, same cheap beer The smoke still in my hair I can almost feel it there We said we'd do this every year Ten years gone — we never did But God I wish we were still kids Out there on that island [Bridge] [Dreamy, slow] I don't know when life got in the way Jobs and kids and moving day But somewhere on that island still The fire burns against the hill And the chair sits by the treeline And the tent is still for two And the canoe is always waiting But never taking you [Final Chorus] We said we'd do this every year Same island, same cheap beer The smoke still in my hair I can almost feel it there We said we'd do this every year Ten years gone — we never did But God I wish we were still kids Out there on that island [Drop] [Instrumental] [Outro] [Synths fading, warm and slow] Maybe next summer... We always said maybe next summer... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A group of friends. An uninhabited island. A chair with a hole in it repurposed as a makeshift toilet. One guy who brought his girlfriend despite it being a guys trip — and promptly disappeared into their tent for most of the week. No signal, no motor, just canoes and a clearing nobody had ever touched. A promise made around the fire: we'll do this every year. That was over ten years ago. A chillwave memory of the kind of summer that only happens once. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- © 2026 Ande Records Lyrics by Ande All rights reserved. https://ande-records.se/
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