After, all the funerals we come back from the secret shows and just where
The bridge line splits us up we wonder if the other’s happy home lets go swimming
In the surf we’ll pat dogs and the creases in our clothes flick through another
Record pile click cups and colour in the eyes on all the photo’s that we’ve got not
Much but we hope for what we got don’t know we might not meet again so let’s
Hope we meet someone who can Oh

Set out, for where the water’s blue
Wave strong and flick up the rear view hope for a new conclusion better roads and better use of them push bare feet up to the glass get a feel for the landscapes rushing past good spots to one day come back to I guess not but I think about it too so what will become of here cause this part don’t feel at all as near as once it ever used to do just hope it don’t feel closer to you oh oh oh

This is the unbroken part of it – this is the unspoke part of it

Our friend said the sweetest thing be true and catch up between drinks have heart and open doors they’re not here and don’t say those things no more it’s hard to think of anything when you want to think of everything but if it’s how it’s to begin well this is how it’s to begin

Take this summer on your shoulders let it keep you let it split you open
This is the unbroken par of it
Take this winter on your shoulders let it heat you let it fold you over
This is the unbroken part of it