Pop music
This is pop music
We are writing a recording of pop music
This is pop music
This is pop music
We are writing a recording of pop music

Like I was climbing up a hill
The hill was covered in daffodils
The trees were full of forgotten kites
The skylarks sing in the morning light
Morning light
We're looking down across the bay
The last sandcastle has washed away
The salt air burning within our lungs
The shadows long for the setting sun
Setting sun

And it feels like we just pressed rewind
Like we just pressed rewind
And it feels like we went back in time
Like we just pressed rewind, pressed rewind

Stop, don't do it
Stop, don't do it to me
Just stop, don't do it
Don't wake me up from my dream
And stop, don't do it
Stop, don't do it to me
Don't tell the others, the others
The brothers, the lovers
Don't wake me up

I wish that I could split in two
My better half would stay here with you
Naming the flowers and counting waves
Like castaways in the dying days, dying days

And it feels like we just pressed rewind
Like we just pressed rewind
And it feels like we went back in time
Like we just pressed rewind, pressed rewind

Stop, don't do it
Stop, don't do it to me
Just stop, don't do it
Don't wake me up from my dream
And stop, don't do it
Stop, don't do it to me
Don't tell the others, the others
The brothers, the lovers
Don't wake me up

(symmetry, symmetry, symmetry)
(forget about climbing out your windows)
(forget about watching football on tv)
(symmetry, symmetry, symmetry, symmetry)