Third Eye Blind | I’ll Never Let You Go
I remember the stupid things, the mood rings
The bracelets and the beads
Nickels and dimes, yours and mine, did you cash in all your dreams?
You don’t dream for me, no, you don’t dream for me, no
But I still feel you pulse like sonar from the days in the waves
That girl is like a sunburn
I would like to say.