The Years
Tyler Lyle, Tim McEwan
Shy kid, knees always bruised
The daddy's girl that became you
In the front seat you pulled me close
Kissed my lips, it tasted like home
Flashes of crosswords and chamomile
The years pass like a Ferris wheel
Tiny fractures in the form
The days we live so much more
We got a little place near the beach
We watch the sailboats out at sea
And we ride along the palisades
Love is just a summer day
If you hold too tight it starts to fade
Let it go then it floats away
In time will you remember me?
For a second we had everything
Half awake and sunburned
Searching vines of summer
Aimless and upwards
