[00:00.000] 作词 : Fredrik Gustafsson/Rassmus Bjornson/Agrin Rahmani
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Fredrik Gustafsson/Rassmus Bjornson/Agrin Rahmani
[00:22.105]Are you bored, are you happy
[00:25.759]I’ve put off the calls for weeks, for months
[00:31.286]
[00:32.369]And they pulled up like a robbery, hey
[00:35.902]A trip in the golden hour
[00:38.973]
[00:39.515]I think you know where we’re going
[00:42.827]
[00:42.989]The summer’s in bloom love
[00:45.257]You oughta see it go
[00:47.962]I know it stress you out though
[00:51.163]
[00:53.683]You picked the shirt that I’m wearing, now time will tear it
[01:04.029]Blue sleepy days, dirty evenings
[01:07.139]I let it happen
[01:10.581]
[01:14.992]I dangle my feet off the steep end
[01:18.301]I watch the group swim the river out
[01:24.262]And I felt some type of way
[01:27.365]
[01:38.360]And I’ll drag my body up the stairs, up the loft
[01:43.463]There’s a lot of people there that I love
[01:48.749]Laughing at the cues when I’m not
[01:54.349]I miss your wit awful much
[01:57.745]
[01:57.911]The summer’s in bloom love
[02:00.082]You oughta see it go
[02:02.869]I know it stress you out though
[02:06.286]
[02:08.525]You picked the shirt that I’m wearing, now time will tear it
[02:18.877]Blue sleepy days, dirty evenings
[02:21.958]I let it happen
[02:25.810]
[02:29.816]I dangle my feet off the steep end
[02:32.778]I watch the group swim the river out
[02:39.091]And I felt some type of way

作词 : Fredrik Gustafsson/Rassmus Bjornson/Agrin Rahmani
作曲 : Fredrik Gustafsson/Rassmus Bjornson/Agrin Rahmani
Are you bored, are you happy
I’ve put off the calls for weeks, for months
And they pulled up like a robbery, hey
A trip in the golden hour
I think you know where we’re going
The summer’s in bloom love
You oughta see it go
I know it stress you out though
You picked the shirt that I’m wearing, now time will tear it
Blue sleepy days, dirty evenings
I let it happen
I dangle my feet off the steep end
I watch the group swim the river out
And I felt some type of way
And I’ll drag my body up the stairs, up the loft
There’s a lot of people there that I love
Laughing at the cues when I’m not
I miss your wit awful much
The summer’s in bloom love
You oughta see it go
I know it stress you out though
You picked the shirt that I’m wearing, now time will tear it
Blue sleepy days, dirty evenings
I let it happen
I dangle my feet off the steep end
I watch the group swim the river out
And I felt some type of way