There are a few more freckles on your shoulders
   The hammock swings lower and touches the grass
   The apples are ripe and the corn is past
   Everyone says some goes by so fast
   And we just got here
  
   I can hardly believe it but it’s ended
   The beach is a haze and old love’s a ghost
   Hugo is twisting his way up the coast
   If you blew out to sea I’d love you most
   And we just got here
  
   Nostalgia you fake, you bitter sweet ache
   The time that you take could make another heart whole
   Could the truth be I won’t really see
   How much I love you
   ‘Til it’s over
  
   The two of us left here alone in the house
   You bleed the pipes while I bring in the plants
   Put our faces in place for September’s dance
   If you’re willing, I’m willing to take one more chance
   And we just got here