(Acoustic guitar strumming, bright and warm)

(Faint sound of wind chimes and distant birds)

(Soft piano chords enter)

Yellow lines on the asphalt, melting in the heat

Counting every second by the rhythm of our feet

You were leaning on the fence, looking at the tide

With that "nowhere-to-go" kind of look in your eyes

The air tastes like salt and expensive regret

A summer we haven't quite finished just yet.

And the trees are bowing down to the weight of the sun

The race isn't over, but I think that we won

Yeah, I think that we won...

It’s all velvet on the edges, gold in the cracks

Life is just a wave that don't ever look back

Indigo mornings, turning to white

Losing the ghost in the pale city light

It’s natural, it’s gravity

It’s exactly how it’s supposed to be.

Keep it moving, keep it light, like a feather in a breeze

Everything is temporary, even memories

We spent all our luck on a Saturday night

Trading our shadows for a glimpse of the light

The ground is so steady while we’re floating away

Nothing gold is ever really meant to stay.

(Music swells, layered "oohs" and "aahs" in the background)

(Drums become slightly more rhythmic, funky but soft)

If the sky falls down, let it fall on us

Turn the iron heart into golden dust

It’s all in the timing...

It’s all in the breath...

(High falsetto) Just a cycle, baby.

It’s all velvet on the edges, gold in the cracks

Life is just a wave that don't ever look back

Indigo mornings, turning to white

Losing the ghost in the pale city light

It’s natural, it’s gravity

It’s exactly how it’s supposed to be.

(Guitar strips back, only the piano remains)

Exactly how it’s supposed to be...

In the pink, in the white...

(Whispered) Don't look down.

(Fade out with the sound of a soft vinyl crackle)