Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dom Little
Songwriter
Lyrics
Riding in your fathers footsteps, trying to be someone else
Break on free, from always thinking of failure
Come out of the shadows of yourself, you feel the light bend and break
Hold me tight through the night come what may
Way back when, we played by the sea in the summer time
Before it was real
Enoughs enough, driving round the same old block
Enoughs enough, of only having dreams in bed
Break on free, from always comparing to others
Take my hand and follow me, through the meadows and down through the trees
Way back when, we played by the sea in the summer time
Before it was real
Before it was you, before it was me, before it was you, before it was me
Before it was you, before it was me, before it was you, before it was me
As you walk across the water, your reflection takes me in
I think of all the words you said, and how life's a precious thing
All along to the end of the line, you were looking out for us
Somethings will come and pass, but your memories always last
Way back when, we tapped our feet to the beat of Springsteen
Before it was real
Written by: Dom Little
