

(oh-oh-oh) (yeah) We left our shoes by the water edge
Counting down the hours,
hanging on a ledge
You said we'd never have to go back home
And now the sun is dipping low
(dipping low)
I'm not ready to let you go
Underneath the warm skies,
we were so alive
We don't need a map to know we will survive (ooh-ooh)
Traded the shore for the avenue
But every single street light reminds me of you
Still got the sand in the pockets of my jeans
And now the sun is dipping low
(dipping low)
I'm not ready to let you go
Underneath the warm skies,
we were so alive
We don't need a map to know we will survive (ooh-ooh)
We
were so alive (oh-oh-oh)