Pink Summer - Summer Camp

From the beat of my heart to the tips of my fingers

From the length of my hair to a warm warmth that lingers

In the days where it gets to hot to be happy

All the moments with safety a blanket wrap me

From the seas where we ran in the water that’s blue

All the planes where I fell asleep next to you

And maybe this will kill us

And maybe this will kill us

What a way to die

What a way to die

It’s not how much you love

It’s how much you are loved

It’s how much you are loved