Claire´s turning blonde for the summer I guess
The sunlight just soaks into her hair
And she sits next to me on the motorboat
And shyly replies as to which boy she likes at her school.
So I am reminded of things I´ve forgotten.
The way doors can open and people just walk in.
It´s not unexpected, no it´s just how you planned it.
I´m beginning to think that it might never happen.
But now it is happening.
There´s a show we can see at the base outside of town
Where the planes they turn circles in the air.
I watch you stand next to me with your hand over your mouth
And join the crowds heavy gasp.
One for each time they pass overhead.
So we´ve been selected in this beautiful lottery.
We struggled so long but it ended so easy.
It´s starting to surface, all golden and godlike
This feeling we had every day and every night.
It bursts in an energy. a door it is opening.