Whether it's the first time you held my hand,
Or the time you took me to foreign land;
I can't seem to escape your pull.
You're a magnet, and I'm the fool.

Countless days in fields where we stand,
Toe to toe, believing what you had planned
Was a love as deep as the deepest pool,
But alas, yet again I'm the fool.

Lucid white beach, buried in sand.
Losing track of time as our pale skin tanned.
I miss those days of hot and cool...
Why did I have to be such a fool?..