Beach Dreams

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, …