The sound of the waves crashing against the end of the day;
I think back on this place, all the things that you could have saved.
If I'm sleeping through the day, I feel like from this dream I'm awake,
'Cause the sun is making its way down to the edge of the shining lake.
Ooh, oooh, oooh, ....
All these thoughts spent on you,
They're the only things that are getting me through.
All the heartache and the pain,
But I know that summer will come again someday.
Ooh, oooh, oooh, ....