Longer evenings
Picnic tables
Unsettling summer
Tell me a story once more
I remember your hand on the back of my neck
If the ocean turns clear, you know where to find me
And if August was to end it all
Would you pack your bags and leave?
Would you?
In the garden behind the fence
You lift my skirt and take my innocence
By the river where the girls are swam
We both drowned in our sins again
(And again and again)
(And again and again and-)
Timeless to me
Under the tree
Please don't forget
I remember your hand on the back of my neck
If the ocean turns clear, you know where to find me
And if August was to end it all
Would you pack your bags and leave?
Would you?
