Description
Vocals: Cole Haden
Bass Guitar: Aaron Shapiro
Drums: Ruben Radlauer
Studio Personnel, Producer: Seth Manchester
Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: Matt Colton
Producer: Model/Actriz
Composer Lyricist: Cole Haden
Composer Lyricist: Aaron Shapiro
Composer Lyricist: Jackson Wetmore
Composer Lyricist: Ruben Radlauer
Lyrics and translation
Original
Bodies in the sand.
Nipping the Atlantic's edge.
Entering the air.
Like chamomile in the mangroves.
Just riding the surface.
Nothing is swimming beneath us.
Oh, to spend a Sunday with the salt spray kissing my face.
Oh, with my reflection, bright magenta in your sunglasses.
I feel there is something to finish.
Hold me where the light can see it. Yeah.
The perfect day I'm witnessing.
I can't wait to tell my friends about it.
The perfect day I'm witnessing.
I can't wait to tell my friends about it.
I lose the way as you circle me.
Oh, to spend a Friday at the swan lake kissing your face.
Oh, as I'm wrapped in my reflection in your irises.
I feel there is something to finish.
Hiding where it's too bright to see it. Yeah.
The perfect day I'm witnessing.
I can't wait to tell my friends about it.
The perfect day I'm witnessing.
I can't wait to tell my friends about it.
No clouds overhead.
No clouds overhead.
There is this perfect weather map.
With no clouds overhead.
Oh, with no clouds overhead.
Oh, -with no clouds overhead.
-I don't know when she's gonna throw me the tickets
English translation
Bodies in the sand.
Nipping the Atlantic's edge.
Entering the air.
Like chamomile in the mangroves.
Just riding the surface.
Nothing is swimming beneath us.
Oh, to spend a Sunday with the salt spray kissing my face.
Oh, with my reflection, bright magenta in your sunglasses.
I feel there is something to finish.
Hold me where the light can see it. Yeah.
The perfect day I'm witnessing.
I can't wait to tell my friends about it.
The perfect day I'm witnessing.
I can't wait to tell my friends about it.
I lose the way as you circle me.
Oh, to spend a Friday at the swan lake kissing your face.
Oh, as I'm wrapped in my reflection in your irises.
I feel there is something to finish.
Hiding where it's too bright to see it. Yeah.
The perfect day I'm witnessing.
I can't wait to tell my friends about it.
The perfect day I'm witnessing.
I can't wait to tell my friends about it.
No clouds overhead.
No clouds overhead.
There is this perfect weather map.
With no clouds overhead.
Oh, with no clouds overhead.
Oh, -with no clouds overhead.
-I don't know when she's gonna throw me the tickets