Cold brass doorknob turns in my hand
I step off the deck worn smooth from the sand
The sun hits my face on the breeze I can taste the salt

The sky disappears in the blue of the sea
The beach like snow but it? s hot on my feet
I? m so far from there but I don? t care I can see it all

Oh why are these memories picking me?
That pretty cotton dress and sand on your feet
There? s waves in my heart and I can? t even start to forget it
That memory is very pacific

You slip from your dress, and I change from my tux
We ran through the rice, waved goodbye, wished us luck
We? re finally alone and we? ve barely slept at all

I remember your hair in my hands on your face
Your head in my lap in the seat on the plane
And I woke you up to show you the blue ocean

Oh why are these memories picking me?
That pretty cotton dress and sand on your feet
There? s waves in my heart and I can? t even start to forget it
That memory is very pacific

We agreed to disagree
We agreed that I should leave
Blame it all on love gone wrong
And Mexico and being young
But now I know, that I never let go

Oh why are these memories picking me?
That pretty cotton dress and sand on your feet
There? s waves in my heart and I can? t even start to forget it

Ohh why are these memories picking me?
That pretty cotton dress and sand on your feet
There? s waves in my heart and I can? t even start to forget it
That memory is very pacific
Oh my memory is very pacific
Yeah, pacific
Ohh
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