Claire's turning blonde for the summer, I guess
 The sunlight just soaks into her hair 
 And she sits next to me on the motorboat
 And shyly replies as to which boy she likes 
 At her school

 So I am reminded of things I've forgotten
 The way doors can open and people just walk in
 It's not unexpected, no, it's just how you planned it
 I'm beginning to think that it might never happen
 But now it is happening

 There's a show we can see at the base outside of town
 Where planes, they turn circles in the air
 I watch you stand next to me with your hand over your mouth
 And join the crowd's heavy gasp
 One for each time they pass overhead

 So we've been selected in this beautiful lottery
 We [bad word] so long, but it ended so easy
 It's starting to suface, all golden and god-like
 This feeling we had every day and every night
 It bursts in an energy
 door, it is opening