Pastels

Pastel boats on a shinning wave

All the colors I wanna paint my grave

Colors that I hope I'll leave behind

Yeah, they marked me, and I'd like to see who's next in line

Sittin' with you

Sittin' with you

On a bench under the Sun

Stranger to misery

Sittin' with you

Sittin' with you

All the colors fill my lungs

And we smell like Italy

But like the boats in the shadows

When the sky turns blue to gray

Sometimes I'm dark and I wonder

How could I ever feel this way?

So I'm sorry for doing

The things I've yet to do

I'm apologizing 'cause it's hard

To look good next to you

I watch a boat swim across the bay

I feel alive in a summer glaze

We take a dip as our temperatures rise

Yeah, taking off the loads, swimming in a road with no lines

Talkin' with you

Talkin' with you

As the waves come one by one

And the Sun drips down your face

Talking with you

Talking with you

Dictionaries don't know love?

Our underwater dance takes place

But like the boats in the shadows

When the sky turns blue to gray

Sometimes I'm dark and I wonder

How could I ever feel this way?

So I'm sorry for doing

The things I've yet to do

I'm apologizing 'cause it's hard

To look good next to you

Could you write better songs

If you had a broken heart?

She said: Could you sing a little louder

If your world was falling apart?

Well, could you write better songs

If you had a broken heart?

Well, well, I guess we'll never know

Yeah, I hope we never know