The kids without T-shirts running A sprinkler's spray And you took a turn too laughing On my last day The shape of your hand in my sunburn While you got tan I told you next year I'd return And we made plans Whispered for hours We talked and played Our sweet and sour Was on this day Our sweet and sour The haziest hum of summer Was on our skin I won't ever feel another Summer like then Whispered for hours We talked and played Our sweet and sour Was on this day Afternoon showers I should've stayed Our closest hour Was on this day Our closest hour Was on this day I never felt that way About anything Or anyone On my last day Whispered for hours We talked and played Our sweet and sour Was on this day Afternoon showers I should've stayed Our closest hour Was on this day Our closest hour Was on this day... Was on this day... Was on this day