I remember the stupid things, the mood rings, the bracelets, and the beads, nickels and dimes, yours and mine, did you cash in all your dreams?
You don’t dream for me no, you don’t dream for me no.
But I still feel you pulse like sonar from the days in the waves,
that girl is like a sunburn I would like to say,
that girl is like a sunburn, I would like to say, she’s like a sunburn.
Third Eye Blind - Never Let You Go
Finally seeing them live in Charlotte this Sunday!