Patrick Liam Hamilton - Summer Camp Swimming Pool lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Clarey] They found her in greener pastures, her face is rushing by Like turning pages from an atlas The tired sound of hours turned to stone Grim escarpment staring down With a hard rock face And shadowy branches reaching out And dragging us back to sleep Four years of ashes put out like fire In our dark eyes The tired tones of hours turning in on them selves I broke my back walking backwards out of this nest Stepping back on future itself And letting you realize [?] [Refrain] It's not funny or true, and I'm sorry It's not funny or true, and I'm sorry [Verse 2: Patrick Liam Hamilton] I find it hard to believe That when I grow up I'll be anything; To believe that you and me Could ever be I'm so naïve Never fall behind or find anything to laugh about But now... I'm happy now Just thinking about when you cried into my sweater You'll always be the first to make me think twice! [Refrain]