On the rock beach, down by the shore
I’ll be seventeen again
Like the reach of the summer before
Life will never end
When I’m used to the place I’m in
I think of things now overdue
But in the warm midnight sun as it breaks through
All will be renewed
In the cave of my recurring dreams
Where the whispers are heard
Like better days filmed on old cellphone screens
Life will be preserved
When I’m home I always recall
How the end waits for me
But in the bright midnight sun as it breaks free
I’ll live endlessly
