Texty: Athlete. Tourist. Half Light.

The sun got stuck as it's making its way back down
We find ourselves in a familiar part of town
And all that I've seen means nothing to me without you

So, when I see you next we'll make the most of it
Tell the sun to start moving again
The taste of your kiss, I still got on my lips
And I'll take you there with me

Head crashed down, air conditioned myself to sleep
The great night out that will continue to the end of the week
And all that I've seen means nothing to me without you

So when I see you next we'll make the most of it
Tell the sun to start moving again
The taste of your kiss, I still got on my lips
And I'll take you there with me

It's you and me connected to a satellite
It's you and me, love through a machine
It's you and me connected to a satellite
It's you and me, love through a machine

So, when I see you next we'll make the most of it
Tell the sun to start moving again
The taste of your kiss, I still got on my lips
And I'll take you there with me