Pacific - Granger Smith

Cold brass doorknob turns in my hand

I step off the deck worn smooth from the sand

The sun hits my face on the breeze I can taste the salt

The sky disappears in the blue of the sea

The beach like snow but it s hot on my feet

I m so far from there but I don t care I can see it all

Oh why are these memories picking me?

That pretty cotton dress and sand on your feet

There s waves in my heart and I can t even start to forget it

That memory is very pacific

You slip from your dress, and I change from my tux

We ran through the rice, waved goodbye, wished us luck

We re finally alone and we ve barely slept at all

I remember your hair in my hands on your face

Your head in my lap in the seat on the plane

And I woke you up to show you the blue ocean

Oh why are these memories picking me?

That pretty cotton dress and sand on your feet

There s waves in my heart and I can t even start to forget it

That memory is very pacific

We agreed to disagree

We agreed that I should leave

Blame it all on love gone wrong

And Mexico and being young

But now I know, that I never let go

Oh why are these memories picking me?

That pretty cotton dress and sand on your feet

There s waves in my heart and I can t even start to forget it

Ohhh why are these memories picking me?

That pretty cotton dress and sand on your feet

There s waves in my heart and I can t even start to forget it

That memory is very pacific

Oh my memory is very pacific

Yeah, pacific

Ohhh

Ooooo