Hollyridge

Hollyridge, beach wood ain't the same
With boxes to the ceiling with our names
Summer nights we come and go away
But we can't stay here anymore

Oh, oh
We can't, we can't stay here anymore

Now the dog is playing in the yard
Underneath the tree our names are carved
I wonder if the house knows where we are
But I don't, I don't remember anymore

Oh, oh
I don't, I don't remember anymore
Oh, oh
I don't, I don't remember anymore