Does she know, does she know that   I am not just searching for some first-time high?   I know it's all about perceptions   And I accept you as my very first mover      I remember riding bikes on Coaster Island   Planning midnight raids on the Swedish plum trees   That summer, it was too cold to swim, so   We climbed upon the rocky shore and freaked out   On the mountain goats, but they were not impressed   Or scared of us      Do you remember our last summer as independents?   Do you remember our last summer as independents?   Do you remember our last summer as independents?   Do you remember our last summer as independents?   Do you remember?      I was a foreigner when you appeared   From the shadows at the motor club   I was a hater in the depths   Of an emotional hibernation      You sat me down, we had some drinks   And you told me all kinds of insanity   I asked your friend if you were available   She answered, no but yes, oh well, oh well, yes and no      Now, I'm viewing my memory reel in reverse   Scrolling back to come to feel your weather then   Now, I'm noting the limits of our parabola   To predict the points of thou-shalt-not-return      This inbreeding of ideas is intolerable   I wish David was here, take your persecution complex   And I'm not gonna absorb your stress output any more   Oh, don't you pimp out my heart   Don't you pimp out my heart