(La-la, la-la, la-la-la)
(La-la, la)
(La-la, la)
(La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la)
(La-la, la)
(La-la, la)

Pink wine and film camera skies
A taste for your highs
We're right where we wanted to be
Crop tops and grass under your socks
And dancing till we drop
And, no, I never want you to leave

'Cause this could be the last one
So we're going all in
Yeah, this'll probably be the last one
So we're reddening our skin

(La-la, la-la, la-la-la)
(La-la, la, la-la, la) 'Cause we'll be loving away
while we wait for the sun to burn
(La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la)
(La-la, la, la-la, la) Too busy soaking the rays
to notice anyone else on Earth
(La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la)
(La-la, la, la-la, la) 'Causе, while we're blurring thе days
the weather won't ever seem to turn
And the sun will burn

Soft skin and sweat drip off your chin
You're not into the gin
The pause in life is well overdue
Iced tea and blushing on your cheeks
We're barefoot in the street
It all leads back to you

Yeah, this'll probably be the last one
So we're reddening our skin
Hey

(La-la, la-la, la-la-la)
(La-la, la) 'Cause we'll be loving away
while we wait for the sun to burn
(La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la)
(La-la, la, la-la, la) Too busy soaking the rays
to notice anyone else on Earth
(La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la)
(La-la, la, la-la) 'Cause, while we're blurring the days
the weather won't ever seem to turn
And the sun will burn

(Oh) Pink wine and film camera skies
A taste for your highs, we're right where we wanting to be
Crop tops and grass under your socks
And dancing till we drop
And, no, I never want you to leave

'Cause we'll be loving away
while we wait for the sun to burn
(I never want you to leave)
Too busy soaking the rays
to notice anyone else on Earth
(La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la)
(La-la, la, la-la) 'Cause, while we're blurring the days
('Cause, while we're blurring the days)
the weather won't ever seem to turn
(The weather won't seem to turn)
And the sun will burn (And the sun will burn)