Letras: Descendents. Here With Me.

Wet sand on a foggy beach, the sky is grey
You would call it a perfect day
And naturally I'd have to agree, if you were here with me

When I'm hanging out with all my friends
Something still holds back my smile
Something tells me theyre the enemy
...the enemy
'Cause you're not here with me
No, you're not here with me

And I know she was everything
When everybodys having fun
I sit and stare at everyone
Back to myself again

I took a walk outside along the beach
Watch the waves roll along the shore
The things I felt arent there anymore
Not anymore
'Cause you're not here with me
No, you're not here with me

And everybodys having fun
But not me
I sit & stare at everyone
Back to myself again

Wet sand on a foggy beach, the sky is grey
Keep workin'
stay busy
don't think about...
don't think about...
Keep workin'
stay busy
don't think about...
don't think about... her.