There are a few more freckles on your shoulders The hammock swings lower and touches the grass The apples are ripe and the corn is past Everyone says some goes by so fast And we just got here
I can hardly believe it but it's ended The beach is a haze and old love's a ghost Hugo is twisting his way up the coast If you blew out to sea I'd love you most And we just got here
Nostalgia you fake, you bitter sweet ache The time that you take could make another heart whole Could the truth be I won't really see How much I love you 'til it's over
The two of us left here alone in the house You bleed the pipes while I bring in the plants Put our faces in place for september's dance If you're willing, I'm willing to take one more chance And we just got here
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