Lonely’s getting old
So tell me where to find you
When you’re not around
Summer’s getting cold
So what’s the point of layin' low

On a river in the open
After you and me were a one-two-three away
Almost drowning in the water

We were swimming in the deep end
Till the sun came up and your skin began to burn
I couldn’t find you any lotion

And the riptide came up, back again
And the waves make you a mannequin
And I think that we’re alone under the sea

But your body floats away from me
And I see what’s coming underneath
An emotion too unknown to oversee

Lonely’s getting old
So tell me where to find you
When you’re not around
Summer’s getting cold
So what’s the point of layin' low

There’s gonna be another Sunday
In a yard outside where you and me can be
Lackadaisical in motion

There’ll never be another someday
When I look at you and you signal to me
You’re coming up from underwater

Lonely’s getting old
So tell me where to find you
When you’re not around
Summer’s getting cold
So what’s the point of layin' low

Lonely’s getting old
So tell me where to find you
When you’re not around
Summer’s getting cold
So what’s the point of layin' low