Song Length |
3:50 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Pop - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
In High Spirits, Cheerful |
Subject |
Island, Alchohol, Beer, Wine |
Similar Artists |
Sublime, Jack Johnson |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
She says she has enough shells
Don't I keep dragging them out
They sit on a table in a bottle of sand
In some landlocked dream of a beach house
Miles and miles from the coastline
Oh that coastline's still on my mind
If you roll down your window
You can smell the salt
And it'll bring you back around
When her body knocks you down
In the waves
And it's a long drive to the end of the island
Too many people around
All the European vampire women
Looking strangely brown
And too wound up to have much fun
Squirtgun and a bottle of rum
She says she has enough shells
Don't I keep dragging them out
They sit on a table in a bottle of sand
In some landlocked dream of a beach house
Miles and miles from the coastline
Oh that coastline's still on my mind