tan lines

I'm always feeling restless but you've got time for me

Always parting in the morning and returning as we please

I feel like we'd be perfect and i ask my friends to leave

But with tan lines like stop signs the sun's all we see

Say what you see cos i want to believe

I try to do right but do wrong easily

Say, "ghost from my past i now want you to leave"

As the air is feeling cooler and the sun's through the trees

As the people filter home now and we decide not to leave

If you get sick of walking climb on the bike with me