"Glassman" lyrics

Our bodies in the sand
Gripping the Atlantic's edge
Entering the air
Like chamomile and lemongrass

Just riding the surface
Nothing swimming beneath us

Ah, to spend a Sunday
With the salt spray
Kissing my face
Ah, with my reflection
Bright magenta
In your sunglasses

I feel there is something to finish
Hold me where the light can see it

This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can't wait to tell my friends about it
This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can't wait to tell my friends about it

I lose the way as you circle me

Ah, to spend a Friday
At the swan lake
Kissing your face
Ah, as I'm wrapped in
My reflection
In your irises

I feel there is something to finish
Hiding where it's too bright to see it

This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can't wait to tell my friends about it
This perfect day I'm witnessing
I can't wait to tell my friends about it

This perfect day I'm witnessing...
I can't wait to tell my friends about it...