Текст: Avett Brothers. The Gleam. If It's The Beaches.

Don't say it's over, 'cause that's the worst news I can hear.
I swear that I will do my best to be here just the way you like it.
Even though it's hard to hide
I'll push my feelings all aside.
I will rearrange my plans and change for you.

If I could go back, that's the first thing I would do.
I swear that I would do my best to follow through
Come up with the master plan, a home run hit, a winning stand
A guarantee and not a promise
That I'd never let your love slip from my hands.


If it's the beaches, if it's the beaches sands you want then you will have them.
If it's the mountains, bending rivers then you will have them.
If its a wish to run away then I will grant it.
Take whatever you think of while I go gas up the truck.
Pack the old love letters up.
We will read them when we forget why we left here.