Pacific ocean blues

Tell me the story of how I was away
When you just woke up and couldn't face the gray of winter

And in the end, will we still be friends?
And is the end just around the bend?

Read me the chapter of how you filled a box
With five years of photographs and kept them under lock beneath you

And in the end, will we still be friends?
And in the end it's just around the bend?

And in the end, will we still be friends?
And in the end it's just around the bend?
Just around the bend?