I remember the way you felt Your bathing suit was still wet When you got cold you put my sweatshirt on And I never got it back The sky looked like a watercolor wash A hot-pink-orange sunset And maybe I should have told you how I felt But I never thought you would believe it I figure it is too late now, and It's sad to think about I remember the way you kissed It was warm like fresh thunder fuzz We layed our sleeping bags side-by-side In whatever town that was The sky was soft in pale pastels Right before the sun came up And I could call out your name But the sound would never reach you Or I could call you on the phone And have nothing to say I remember the way you laughed But I try not to think about that I remember the night you called and said You you were tired of being sad Well so was I Most nights just look like smeared charcoal All in shades of grey and black And I could call out your name But the sound would never reach you Or I could call you on the phone And have nothing to say