(carly simon)
There are a few more freckles on your shoulders
The hammock swings lower and touches the gra**
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
The beach is a haze and old love
Hugo is twisting his way up the coast
If you blew out to sea i
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
How much i love you
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
If you
And we just got here