Dawn. Summer Sand. Zeneszám

Tonight I'm yours,
And you are mine, now.
But is it love,
Or just summertime, now?
Ooh, the time is right,
Come hold me tight.
Let's grab onto the love that we can borrow.
And let's not hang each other up,
With words that we'll forget about tomorrow.
'Cause the things we write in the summer sand,
The "I love you"'s and the future plans,
Disappear, slip right through your hand,
Like this warm, soft bed of summer sand.
You got someone,
And so do I, now.
Our hearts are locked in,
So why should we lie, now?
Bathe with me in harmony.
Let's sing our summer song and sing it sweetly,
For we can't stop the autumn wind that blows away,
The summer sand completely.

Yes, the things we write in the summer sand,
The "I love you"'s and the future plans,
Disappear, slip right through your hand,
Like this warm, soft bed of summer sand.
Oh, the time is right,
Come hold me tight.
Let's grab onto the love that we can borrow.
And let's not hang each other up,
With words that we'll forget about tomorrow.
'Cause the things we write in the summer sands,
The "I love you"'s and the future plans,
Disappear, slip right through your hand,
Like this warm, soft bed of summer sand.
Things we write in the summer sands,
The "I love you"'s and the future plans,
Disappear, slip right through your hand,
Like this warm, soft bed of summer sand.