The frames [bad word] faster 
and with every stone we’ll pass 
we’re getting closer to the winds 
of salty smell and grin 
there're so many places waiting 
and many to be found 
by tonight we’ll be there laying 
our heads down side by side

And every summer we will speak 
another language for a week 
make it to Rome and 
climb up the dome and 
we'll be there 
And every year we'll take the chance 
to make a trip over to france 
holding a speech and 
enter the beach and 
we'll be there!

And still we drive on empty streets 
through foreign boulevards 
with the spirit to [bad word] 
the mission in our hearts 
we make our way along the edge 
of different currencies 
all too soon we'll have to leave 
the trip that leads us to

Growing wings and feathers 
that bring us here in June 
Jones we stick together 
the way around the moon

And every summer we will speak 
another language for a week 
make it to Rome and 
climb up the dome and 
we'll be there 
And every year we'll take the chance to make a trip over to france 
holding a speech and 
enter the beach and 
we'll be there

And every summer we will speak another language for a week make it to Rome and 
climb up the dome and 
we'll be there 
And every year we'll take the chance to make a trip over to france 
holding a speech and 
enter the beach and 
we'll be there