That July sun Takes me back To daisies and wildflowers Momma would plant Bare feet in grass Wind in my hair I wore a yellow crop top Even now I swear
When I unpack my history It fits just like it should I try on who I use to be And oh, It still feels good The sweetest thread of memories Still woven in my mind It's a crochet summer When I close my eyes Crochet Summer Crochet Summer
There's a picture of me Still hangs in the hall I'm still the same But really not at all I still love strawberries and Tom petty And old scrap books When I take yesterday off the hanger I like how it looks
When I unpack my history It fits just like it should I try on who I use to be And oh, It still feels good The sweetest thread of memories Still woven in my mind It's a crochet summer When I close my eyes Crochet Summer Crochet Summer When I close my eyes
They say you can't go back To where you've been But I still do Every now and then
When I unpack my history It fits just like it should I try on who I use to be And oh It still feels good The sweetest thread of memories Still woven in my mind It's a crochet summer When I close my eyes Crochet Summer Crochet Summer Crochet Summer When I close my eyes Crochet SummerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
