Gasoline And Thunder

Our summer was fireflies, and gasoline
A road trip, the magic breeze
No problems, no sense of time
Our summer was endless
Our summer was fine

Our summer was a blanket, and moonlight
Your car radio, as we lay there
Next to each other, on a hill
Our summer was sublime
Our summer was sweet

I've got a hole in my favourite sweater's sleeve
From the night I got too close to our fire
I still get a little lost, when I hear that stupid song
We heard played at least a hundred times
I didn't take as many pictures as I said I would
But my old jeans still smell like gasoline

Our summer was cheap wine, and a hotel room
Sharing a shower and a bed
And the bright lights, outside our window
Our summer was passion
Our summer was heat

Our summer was phone calls, every now and then
My mother's voice, saying simple words
The faces, of old familiar friends
Our summer was laughter
Our summer was tears

I've got a hole in my favourite sweater's sleeve
From the night I got too close to our fire
I still sit and cry, when I hear that song we danced to
While pretending we wouldn't have to say goodbye
I didn't take as many pictures as I said I would
But my old jeans still smell like gasoline

Our summer was thunder, our summer was rain
Our summer was a  lover's embrace
Our summer was cheap meals, and slow songs
Our summer was endless
Our summer was love

I've got a hole in my favourite sweater's sleeve
From the night I got too close to our fire
I still get a little lost, when I hear that stupid song
We heard played at least a hundred times
I didn't take as many pictures as I said I would
But my old jeans still smell like gasoline