gah i dont know.

When we stepped out into the crisp summer night
The smell of cigarette smoke hit us like a freight train
We sat upon the cool grass
We laid down upon our backs
And as we starred up at the stars, we talked about the old days.

When you sat me down at the table
And heaved a heavy sigh from your full lips
Your eyes started getting glassy

But now we're sitting on roofs, listening to planes fly by
Or letting the warm pacific waters sweep over our feet