Capitola New Wave

[Verse 1]
Capitola morning
Flip-flops
Coffee in my hand
You and me on The Amanda
Leaving heart prints in the sand
Sunblock on your shoulder
You laugh
It runs down your arm
Salt on your lips when I kiss you
Everything here feels warm
[Chorus]
Capitola new wave
Sunshine stuck in my head
Tanning on the towel like a daydream
Waves crash
Turning us red
Capitola new wave
Shop bags swing as we spin
Sand on our feet in the crosswalk
I don’t want this day to end
[Verse 2]
Little beach boutiques
Trying on sunglasses
Talking too loud
You dance in the fitting room mirror
Spinning
Pretending there’s a crowd
French fries
Sunscreen fingers
Sharing one milkshake straw
You draw a heart on my shoulder
Say this view beats them all
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Golden hour glow on the pier
You say
“Let’s stay one more year”
Boardwalk buzz
Ocean in our ears
I’m right where I belong
[whispered vocals] Capitola
Say it slow
It’s our song
[Chorus]

pop, Bright retro new wave-pop; springy bassline, chiming chorus guitars, and glassy synth pads. Female vocals with a sunny, slightly cheeky attitude. Tight verses over drum-machine groove, then big hooky chorus with stacked “whoa-oh” harmonies and shout-along ad-libs. Short middle break with surfy lead guitar before final chorus., new wave