Texty: Dashboard Confessional. Other. So Long, So Long.

Hand out the window
Floatin? on air
Just a flip of the wrist
I?d be wavin? you goodbye

Head past the lifeguard stand
Where I sit around waiting for you to remember
Drive past the beach hotels
Where the girls are getting? bronzed on their monogrammed towels

I drive this ocean road
And I remember

How the girls could turn to ghosts before your eyes
And the very dreams that led to them are keeping them from dying
And how the grace with which she walked into your life
(I know this but I can't remember.. I'll think.) with you in your steps, stay with you a while
So long, so long

The speaker in this door is blown
So nothing sounds quite right
And I drive this ocean road
And (I?) remember
The small of your back
And the nape of your neck
And the soft way you?d hold me in the night

I remember

How the girls can turn to ghosts before your eyes
And the very dreams that led to them (are?) keeping them from dying
And how the grace with which she walked into your life
(It's in my head somewhere, haha) in your steps and paced with you a while

So long, so long, so long, so long etc. etc.

And I will leave under the cover
Of summer?s kiss upon the sky
Like the storm face of your lover
Just before she says goodbye
I was certain that the season could be held between my arms
But just as summer?s hold is fleeting
I was here and now I?m gone
I?m gone