written by Amee Chapman & Nichole Robbins
We’re falling asleep to the scent of the sea
Talking drunk, sand in our sheets
Cuddled beneath the stress and the scene
This is the way we should always feel.
Not too late, to sway me
Not too late, so stay with me
Morning there’s fog and a heavy tone
Last night’s whiskey has long wore down
Leaning over the cliff trying to keep ourselves warm
The cold is inevitable in our stubborn storm
We surfed all day without a word
Played house with our kid and skipped around like fools
Almost dark now the lovely bottle returns off the fires reflection
Your beautiful and full