We saw the strawberry field
The fog, it hung over the coastline
And so we made a deal
To come back and visit every spring time
I was hung up on ideals
Rather float than walk another straight line
I knew you couldn't deal
I knew I couldn't keep you satisfied
The silence is uncomfortable
Waiting for the rain to fall
Did I find a message in the way?
The sunlight burned your eyes
The sunlight burned your eyes
The sunlight burned your eyes
They come and go
They come and go
They come and go
They come and go
We saw the strawberry field
The fog, it hung over the coastline
And so we made a deal
To come back and visit every spring time
They come and go
They come and go
They come and go
They come and go