We use to find ourselves in familiar places
Beautiful faces tell us stories.
To last, to last throughout the winter
And memories for longer.

So I will put away these childish things
And pretend like they never fit.
And nothing beats the view like the view from the floor
It doesn’t feel like summer anymore.

You’re makin’ waves now off the east coast and that
Makes more sense now. It makes more sense now
Cause’ who needs anyone to hold there hand
While they’re running away as fast as they can.

So I will put away these childish things
And pretend like they never fit.
And nothing beats the view like the view from the floor
It doesn’t feel like summer anymore.

So I will put away these childish things
And pretend like they never fit.
And nothing beats the view like the view from the floor
It doesn’t feel like summer anymore.