Lyric

Dawn on the coastal road, spokes spinning gold

Cicadas waking up, a secret to hold

Wind in our open shirts, no hands on the brakes

Remember the promise that the rooftop makes?

Oh, let the blue morning break!

Sea glare flashing on the guardrail line

Before the summer fireworks fade away

I'm gonna make your hand mine

Salt on our sunburned skin, heart beating loud

We are the only ones ahead of the crowd

The road is wide open, the water is bright

We're running out of morning, running out of light

Oh, let the blue morning break!

Sea glare flashing on the guardrail line

Before the summer fireworks fade away

I'm gonna make your hand mine