5 acessos
Come with me, wading in the sea,
it's high tide, glad you arrived.
Look around, seafoam on the ground,
it's high tide, glad you're on time.
This Summer's not over until we say goodbye
then will the tears roll out on the tide?
You and me, starfish in the sea,
it's high tide, we're on the rise.
When we're old stories can be told
of high times to be alive.
This Summer's forever, won't ever pass us by
or will the years roll out on the high tide?
I'll remember this Summer until the day I die
then will the tears roll out on the high tide?