F F Am G 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 Am G F Like I was climbing up a hill Am G F The hill was covered in daffodils Am G F The trees were full of forgotten kites Am G F The skylarks sing in the morning light, morning light Am G F We're looking down across the bay Am G F The last sandcastle has washed away Am G F The salt air burning within our lungs Am G F The shadows long for the setting sun, setting sun F G And it feels like we just pressed rewind Am Like we just pressed rewind F G And it feels like we went back in time Am Like we just pressed rewind, pressed rewind Am G Stop, don't do it F Stop, don't do it to me Am G Just stop, don't do it F Don't wake me up from my dream Am G And stop, don't do it F Stop, don't do it to me Am G F Don't tell the others, the others, the brothers, the lovers Don't wake me up Am G F I wish that I could split in two Am G F My better half would stay here with you Am G F Naming the flowers and counting waves Am G F Like castaways in the dying days, dying days F G And it feels like we just pressed rewind Am Like we just pressed rewind F G And it feels like we went back in time Am Like we just pressed rewind, pressed rewind Am G Stop, don't do it F Stop, don't do it to me Am G Just stop, don't do it F Don't wake me up from my dream Am G And stop, don't do it F Stop, don't do it to me Am G F Don't tell the others, the others, the brothers, the lovers Don't wake me up
