Texty: Johnny Foreigner. Things We Should Have Left on the Beach.
(oh no!)
i think it started when you told me you'd miss me,
finally slept and dreamt of what could be.
woke up intertwined with each other,
promises held and broken forever.
and what we build on the beach,
we will lose to the sea.
stay close, how it's never a question
and all our best memories can never be mentioned.
does he know my name, what did he say?
are we down, are we down to a message a day?
holiday romances make for terrible friends,
make terrible friends, make terrible friends!
and as the wind whips round yr adopted town,
what you sacrifice for stable only drags you down.
lovers and conspirators make terrible friends,
make terrible friends, make terrible friends!
dear jon, i fell in love with yr girlfriend, (oh no!)
i'm sorry it happened but i'm not sorry i've fallen.
take heart for i make weak competition,
all 90s teen movies and naive ambition.
and what we build on the beach,
we will lose to the sea.
stay close oh how loaded a question,
you've plenty of friends but you don't watch them undressing.
does he know my name, what did he say?
are we down, are we down to a message a day?
holiday romances make for terrible friends,
make terrible friends, make terrible friends!
and as the wind whips round yr adopted town,
what you sacrifice for stable only drags you down.
lovers and conspirators make terrible friends,
make terrible friends, make terrible friends!
and what we build in our hearts we will not lose to the sea,
i'm pretty sure yr forgetting me (oh no!)
but i worked it out: the last however many months of fleeting friendships, goodnights and good nights, on that beach under those stars i would have spilled everything to the first pretty face i fell across. and, at least i picked the prettiest.
does he know my name, what did he say?
are we down, are we down to a message a day?
holiday romances make for terrible friends,
make terrible friends, make terrible friends!
and as the wind whips round yr adopted town,
what you sacrifice for stable only drags you down.
lovers and conspirators make terrible friends,
make terrible friends, make terrible friends!
(how was that?)
i think it started when you told me you'd miss me,
finally slept and dreamt of what could be.
woke up intertwined with each other,
promises held and broken forever.
and what we build on the beach,
we will lose to the sea.
stay close, how it's never a question
and all our best memories can never be mentioned.
does he know my name, what did he say?
are we down, are we down to a message a day?
holiday romances make for terrible friends,
make terrible friends, make terrible friends!
and as the wind whips round yr adopted town,
what you sacrifice for stable only drags you down.
lovers and conspirators make terrible friends,
make terrible friends, make terrible friends!
dear jon, i fell in love with yr girlfriend, (oh no!)
i'm sorry it happened but i'm not sorry i've fallen.
take heart for i make weak competition,
all 90s teen movies and naive ambition.
and what we build on the beach,
we will lose to the sea.
stay close oh how loaded a question,
you've plenty of friends but you don't watch them undressing.
does he know my name, what did he say?
are we down, are we down to a message a day?
holiday romances make for terrible friends,
make terrible friends, make terrible friends!
and as the wind whips round yr adopted town,
what you sacrifice for stable only drags you down.
lovers and conspirators make terrible friends,
make terrible friends, make terrible friends!
and what we build in our hearts we will not lose to the sea,
i'm pretty sure yr forgetting me (oh no!)
but i worked it out: the last however many months of fleeting friendships, goodnights and good nights, on that beach under those stars i would have spilled everything to the first pretty face i fell across. and, at least i picked the prettiest.
does he know my name, what did he say?
are we down, are we down to a message a day?
holiday romances make for terrible friends,
make terrible friends, make terrible friends!
and as the wind whips round yr adopted town,
what you sacrifice for stable only drags you down.
lovers and conspirators make terrible friends,
make terrible friends, make terrible friends!
(how was that?)
Johnny Foreigner