| I’ll carry this picture for luck.
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| Kept in your locket, tucked in your collar, close to your chest.
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| Make it a secret shown to the closet friends.
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| Meet me at quarter to 7.
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| The sun will still shine then at this time of year.
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| Well head to the inlet and we’ll share a bottle there
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| And color the coast with your smile.
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| Its the most genuine thing I’ve ever seen.
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| I was so lost and now I believe.
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| And follow me south of the big docks with the big boats,
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| And teather the boats with rich men revere are so important.
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| They hire our fathers to stear.
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| And down to the edge of the water, We’ll spill our guts and we’ll leave our
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| fears.
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| I’ll give you this picture and keep it and dont be scared,
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| And color the coast with your smile.
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| Its the most genuine thing I’ve ever seen.
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| I was so lost and now I believe.
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| I believe in the coast.
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| Your smile its the most genuine thing I’ve ever seen.
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| I was so lost and now I believe
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| Now I believe |