Pastels

Pastel boats on a shinning wave
All the colors I wanna paint my grave
Colors that I hope I'll leave behind
Yeah, they marked me, and I'd like to see who's next in line

Sittin' with you
Sittin' with you
On a bench under the Sun
Stranger to misery

Sittin' with you
Sittin' with you
All the colors fill my lungs
And we smell like Italy

But like the boats in the shadows
When the sky turns blue to gray
Sometimes I'm dark and I wonder
How could I ever feel this way?

So I'm sorry for doing
The things I've yet to do
I'm apologizing 'cause it's hard
To look good next to you

I watch a boat swim across the bay
I feel alive in a summer glaze
We take a dip as our temperatures rise
Yeah, taking off the loads, swimming in a road with no lines

Talkin' with you
Talkin' with you
As the waves come one by one
And the Sun drips down your face

Talking with you
Talking with you
Dictionaries don't know love?
Our underwater dance takes place

But like the boats in the shadows
When the sky turns blue to gray
Sometimes I'm dark and I wonder
How could I ever feel this way?

So I'm sorry for doing
The things I've yet to do
I'm apologizing 'cause it's hard
To look good next to you

Could you write better songs
If you had a broken heart?
She said: Could you sing a little louder
If your world was falling apart?

Well, could you write better songs
If you had a broken heart?
Well, well, I guess we'll never know
Yeah, I hope we never know