Summer Clothes
I quit smoking come July.
Sun was too strong in my lungs.
Fog like sea foam in the night.
Headlights safely took me home.
Bodies steaming up the windows.
You told me you didn't know how.
I said, "I will wait for you to grow.
I don't wanna take your youth from you now."
You gave me all your summer clothes.
They had grown too small for you.
You were itching to see the world.
I had nothing left for you.
My last summer, my last summer with you.
Heavy nights under the moon.
The stars and interrupted beehive.
Love so simple no one understood.
Carved our names with your pocketknife.
You gave me all your summer clothes.
They had grown too small for you.
You were itching to see the world.
I had nothing left for you.
My last summer, my last summer with you.
You gave me all your summer clothes.
They had grown too small for you.
You were itching to see the world.
I had nothing left for you.
My last summer, my last summer with you.
Ropa de verano
Dejé de fumar en julio.
El sol era demasiado fuerte en mis pulmones.
La niebla como espuma de mar en la noche.
Las luces delanteras me llevaron a casa de forma segura.
Cuerpos empañando los vidrios.
Me dijiste que no sabías cómo.
Yo dije, 'Te esperaré a que crezcas.
No quiero quitarte tu juventud ahora'.
Me diste toda tu ropa de verano.
Ya te quedaba pequeña.
Tenías ganas de ver el mundo.
Yo ya no tenía nada para ti.
Mi último verano, mi último verano contigo.
Noches pesadas bajo la luna.
Las estrellas y la colmena interrumpida.
Un amor tan simple que nadie entendía.
Grabamos nuestros nombres con tu navaja de bolsillo.
Me diste toda tu ropa de verano.
Ya te quedaba pequeña.
Tenías ganas de ver el mundo.
Yo ya no tenía nada para ti.
Mi último verano, mi último verano contigo.
Me diste toda tu ropa de verano.
Ya te quedaba pequeña.
Tenías ganas de ver el mundo.
Yo ya no tenía nada para ti.
Mi último verano, mi último verano contigo.