Salt on the window, radio on blast Bare feet on the dash, wanna make this last August on your lips, sun in your eyes Laughing while we’re making alibis But the tide is pulling back today And the boardwalk colors start to gray Oh, it’s a long way down From the crest of the wave to the frozen ground We were slow-motion kids in the gold and the blue Now I’m watching all the light leave you Melancholy rising like the evening tide 1989 playing while we say goodbye Now the rust is bleeding through the trees There’s a sharper bite inside the breeze We tried to hold the summer in our hands Polaroids and half-abandoned plans We’re gathering the driftwood for the fire As the shadows climb a little higher Then the white comes down to hush the roar No more footprints on the sandy shore Your jacket’s hanging where you used to sleep All the midnight promises we couldn’t keep Underneath the ice, underneath the breath A beautiful, quiet kind of death Oh, it’s a long way down From the crest of the wave to the frozen ground We were slow-motion kids in the gold and the blue Now I’m watching all the light leave you Melancholy rising like the evening tide 1989 playing while we say goodbye Summer winds... (fading) Now the winter wind blows... (Sound of wind whistling, then silence) [End]
