(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