Weary Saints - Cold Surf

Grip tape so hot it burns my feet
I ignore it as I slide down the street
Barefoot kinda cold surf day
Might get carried away

I'm up before the others
As I paddle on over to you
Cannonball right off of the dock
You laugh as if I'm cool

And I can't think of anything that I would like to do
Except sittin' catchin' rays, and the occasional look from you
Never seen those seafoam eyes match water so blue
In this cold surf town lets make some waves oh like we used to

Must be one hundred degrees
Hanging in the shade of the trees
This is where you can find me
Most days of the week

She said meet me on the beach
I didn't know what was coming
But I knew where that fire ran out
We were getting up to something

And I can't think of anything that I would like to do
Except sittin' catchin' rays, and the occasional look from you
Never seen those seafoam eyes match water so blue
In this cold surf town lets make some waves oh like we used to

And I can't think of anything that I would like to do
Except sittin' catchin' rays, and the occasional look from you
Never seen those seafoam eyes match water so blue
In this cold surf town lets make some waves oh like we used to

In this cold surf town just like we used to
In this cold surf town just like we used to

Written by:
Paul Graham

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