Playa Hermosa Songtext
Have you ever stopped to think why we don't remember our dreams in the morning?
Well, if you have, I bet you've never woken up to catch them in the act of loaning you your memories...
For me, it happens when I light up a smoke - the filter takes me back to one year ago...
Tricks my brain into thinking I must be drinking with friends I've known and will always know.
It's funny how a smell triggers thoughts like a song can bring back three minutes you've forgotten
Of love gone wrong, or maybe friends gone right - and it's trying to think you'll only think of them at night
This is home (X8)
Can you remember all the good times you've had?
Staying up late and making them with friends?
Then finally falling asleep only to wake up from chasing and catch your dreams?
Like an August afternoon offers me the shot to fantasize life, I pretend it's hot outside
So, I dress light and grab a pack as if I'm traveling to Costa Rica and back
I step into a breeze as quiet as a time when camp fires spoke for us and crackled in rhyme
Gazing at these creatures, I am all alone to catch my dreams in the act of taking me home...
This is home (X8)
Can you remember all the good times you've had?
Staying up late and making them with friends?
Then finally falling asleep only to wake up from chasing and catch your dreams?
Well, if you have, I bet you've never woken up to catch them in the act of loaning you your memories...
For me, it happens when I light up a smoke - the filter takes me back to one year ago...
Tricks my brain into thinking I must be drinking with friends I've known and will always know.
It's funny how a smell triggers thoughts like a song can bring back three minutes you've forgotten
Of love gone wrong, or maybe friends gone right - and it's trying to think you'll only think of them at night
This is home (X8)
Can you remember all the good times you've had?
Staying up late and making them with friends?
Then finally falling asleep only to wake up from chasing and catch your dreams?
Like an August afternoon offers me the shot to fantasize life, I pretend it's hot outside
So, I dress light and grab a pack as if I'm traveling to Costa Rica and back
I step into a breeze as quiet as a time when camp fires spoke for us and crackled in rhyme
Gazing at these creatures, I am all alone to catch my dreams in the act of taking me home...
This is home (X8)
Can you remember all the good times you've had?
Staying up late and making them with friends?
Then finally falling asleep only to wake up from chasing and catch your dreams?