[Intro]
Waves hum like vinyl on a lazy afternoon,
sunlooped gold on skin, a portable dune.
Palm silhouettes sketch our shaky smiles,
reeling in the laughter that lingers for miles.
[Verse]
We parked the shade beneath a cotton-candy sky,
bottled lemonade sweating, we traced the shoreline high.
A dusty road of shells and stubborn gulls approved our pace,
your hand found mine, a quiet vow in the warm breeze’ embrace.
Strings of light flicker as the harbor boats drift slow,
your tanlines wrote questions only the tide could know.
We danced to a distant synth that painted every grain of sand,
folk-roots in the rhythm, summer carved in our hands.
[Chorus]
Take me where the ocean hums in emerald light,
where every breath feels like a chorus burning bright.
With you, the world turns soft and sweet and true,
this tropical July song is me and you.
[Verse]
We built a fortress of blankets, salt and cedar wood,
the market stalls flicker like constellations understood.
Your laugh cascades through the fan-blown heat and foam,
we find our heartbeat in the bass of a gull’s chrome roam.
A ferry bell, a rumor of rain somewhere far inland,
but here the sun stays patient, gently maps our plan.
In your pocket a compass that only points to feel,
we chase the horizon where the sea and horizon reel.
[Chorus]
Take me where the ocean hums in emerald light,
where every breath feels like a chorus burning bright.
With you, the world turns soft and sweet and true,
this tropical July song is me and you.
[Bridge]
Synth shards drift like pink sunsets over the porch,
a carnival of memories remixing every inch we scorched.
Shake of a scarf, a chorus in a scattered sea breeze,
we remix the day until the shoreline agrees.
There’s a rumor of forever in the salt-sweet air we share,
two voices weaving rhythms that the shoreline would declare.
[Chorus]
Take me where the ocean hums in emerald light,
where every breath feels like a chorus burning bright.
With you, the world turns soft and sweet and true,
this tropical July song is me and you.
[Outro]
Fold the evening into a seashell gleam,
seal it with a whisper of our sunlit dream.
GrizzlyJones
