Hollyridge - Lee DeWyze

Hollyridge, beach wood ain’t the same

With boxes to the ceiling with our names

Summer nights we come and go away

But we can’t stay here anymore

Oh, oh

We can’t, we can’t stay here anymore

Now the dog is playing in the yard

Underneath the tree our names are carved

I wonder if the house knows where we are

But I don’t, I don’t remember anymore

Oh, oh

I don’t, I don’t remember anymore

Oh, oh

I don’t, I don’t remember anymore