Golden Times

I be keeping things tidy In my mind and in my stride Chasing waves and drifting over them slow Taking them easy with no place to go A Sunday dream of ours We got sand on our skin and salt in our eyes Sunburnt tan lines on my arms You said you don't need to rush it will all turn out When your taking it slow got that look in your eyes You glance back to make sure I'm smiling and it's alright It could be us It could be you And it's time to write a song about the Blue in your eyes It could be us It could be you And it's time to write a song about the Golden Times I see a ripple on the horizon The smell of burning has turned into something charming Some things you love and some you regret and Some things you're proud of and some you forget You said it's okay if I'm a fucking mess A Sunday dream of ours We got sand on our skin and salt in our eyes Sunburnt tan lines on my arms You said you don't need to rush it will all turn out When your taking it slow got that look in your eyes You glance back to make sure I'm smiling and it's alright It could be us It could be you And it's time to write a song about the Blue in your eyes It could be us It could be you And it's time to write a song about the Golden Times Yeahhhhhhh It could be us It could be you And it's time to write a song about the Golden Times