Оригинальный текст песни Summer Clothes
Justin and I have got the windows down;
the A/C is busted, it’s hotter than hell,
but I hate myself a little less
when the salt air hits my skin.
Sat on the benches when the shops had closed;
saw the ferris wheel light through your Marlboro smoke,
and I sorta fumbled through playing
“Steadier Footing.”
I love the glow
of you in your summer clothes,
coming down the parkway,
leaving the city,
shaking off the cold.
Met up with strangers around two am;
the beach is deserted, it's just us and them,
and these batteries that can’t get the stereo
through one goddamn song.
Swam out so deep we probably should’ve died,
too young and too dumb and too fed up with life;
but when you grab my ankles, the two of us
still aren’t tall enough to touch the bottom.
We’re floating on our backs, and we’re staring at the stars–
or the ones we can see through the light pollution.
Then we all pretend that if we squint real hard,
we can make out the shape of the space station,
and some lonely astronaut would smile back at us.