| Turning backwards |
| Never hurt me |
| Just wonder how I got more nostalgic |
| But turning backwards |
| Oh the soul appeared to get closer than we silent faces truly deserved |
| But no pictures, |
| no stories no days on the beach could compete with us now |
| Slow burn |
| Don’t fade away |
| Slow burn |
| Don’t fade away |
| I turn backwards overwhelm me |
| Just paper paper planes and no tomorrow |
| But no pictures no stories no days |
| on the beach could compete with us now |
| Slow burn don’t fade away |
| Slow burn don’t fade away |
| Anyone with a spot can see |
| Anyone with a spot can see |
| Anyone with a spot can see |
| Look at the sun |
| Look at the green |
| Look at these faces I see |
| Slow burn don’t fade away |
| Slow burn don’t fade away |
| Nothing can compare to us beneath the weather |
| Nothing can compare to us beneath the weather |
| No pictures no stories no days on the beach could |
| No pictures no stories no days on the beach could compete |
| Because this slow burn don’t fade away |
| Slow burn don’t fade away |