I remember the ocean, Memories die out so hard. We were traveling the mountains, just to find the loudest seas. We settled down by the fire, knowing we could aim higher, but we didn’t know that yet. So if you want something to hold on to, gotta find it first. But here I am.
‘Cause I’ve been laying under palm trees, waiting for the summer, knowing there’s nowhere to do. ‘Cause I am happy on this island, Wanna … ...➔➔➔