When I think about the summer
That I moved to California
I can smell the northern lights
We were smoking late at night
But when we got to August
And you moved out your apartment
We left with our goodbyes
And mistakes we can't rewind
When I thought of where we'd end up
This wasn't what I picked up
If it's really for the best
God, seemed to make it last
When did our love turn into
I wish the days went longer
On the lake of Pima and Agua
Where we flew in for the week,
just to breathe the evergreen
Dressed in whiskey denim,
we gazed into the heavens
With the fire among the trees,
that night was a masterpiece
Sometimes I can't help but wonder
How you doin' where you are?
If it's really for the best
Why does it make it last?
It was somewhere in the flesh
And then our love turned into
And then our love turned into
And then our love turned into photographs
if it's really for the best
God, I seem to make it last,
When did our love turn into photographs?
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