You were standing on the shore, listening to the ocean roar.
The sea was tangled in your hair, immortal young and free of cares.
You let the night lull you away to, Dark pacific palisades yeah.
Wait for the summer, it'll come round again.
It's coming down in sheets of rain; water's running in the drains.
I lie with candles by my bed, Brian Wilson in my head.
Dennis Wilson Sharon Tate, Drak pacific Palisades yeah.
Wait for the summer, it'll come round again.
Dragged down by the undertow, I know I can't live forever.
She is fire in my soul; I know I can't live without her.
All I have is in my head, only you can understand yeah.
Wait for the summer, it'll come round again.
You were standing on the shore, listening to the ocean roar.
The sea was tangled in your hair, immortal young and free of cares.
You let the night lull you away to, Dark pacific palisades yeah.
Wait for the summer, it'll come round again.
Wait for the summer, it'll come round again.
Wait for the summer, it'll come round again.
Wait for the summer, it'll come round again.
