This breeze, the smell of sea, sunset.
The walk down to the sand, all we ever look forward to.
The kids, the school of fish, footprints.
The lifeguard stand, it all reminds me of what we used to have.

Do you remember when I promised you
that house on the hill were you said we’d have this every day.
Do you remember when you promised me
that you were for real and I said I want this for the rest of my days.

It’s funny how things can change
and now I’m left with meaningless carvings on the stand,
a trace of my own steps on the sand.
This was not meant to be, this view won’t let me forget.
This will now be my beach, this is my beach.
This breeze, the smell of sea, the sunset.
Every time I go down to that place I’m always reminded.
The times I went there with you
they were amazing and then I found out who you really are.

Do you remember when I promised you
that house on the hill were you said we’d have this every day.
Do you remember when you promised me
that you were for real and I said I want this for the rest of my days.

It’s funny how things can change
and now I’m left with meaningless carvings on the stand,
a trace of my own steps on the sand.
This was not meant to be, this view won’t let me forget.
This will now be my beach, this is my beach.