Olmas

Going back to Olmas Legendary town, with surround sound And every day's a party Party at the beach Where we used to hang with the fireworks And Mary told me The prick is dead We always went jogging Just the two of us In the middle of the night Talking on our cellphones We lay down in the street And we are baking in the moonlight Over the hills we go To where the traffic is never slow Olmas And I remember My band-aid knees Climbing the tops of fruit trees And I can't remember Feeling so high With my arms outstretched Pretending I can fly Olmas down below People like ants on the ground I close my eyes and sigh I close my eyes and I feel it all Bright towered by the sea This is where I belong This is where I belong