

Verse
Bicycle spokes and a peach-colored sky,
Fourteen years old with a war-torn kite,
We chased down the thunder till the storm let go,
Barefoot on gravel where the wild mint grows.
Pre-Chorus
Did we know how fast it was leaving,
Every drop on the porch swing eaves,
Could we hold it, just a little longer,
Before the green turned into gold?
Chorus
After the rain, the fields breathe silver,
Every leaf holds a jewel of light,
We were young in the arms of summer,
After the rain, we felt alright.
Verse
Sunburned shoulders and a radio hum,
Paper boats racing where the ditch water runs,
Mason jars catching what the fireflies gave,
Promises written in the wet chalk on the drive.
Pre-Chorus
Did we know how fast it was leaving,
Every drop on the porch swing eaves,
Could we hold it, just a little longer,
Before the green turned into gold?
Chorus
After the rain, the fields breathe silver,
Every leaf holds a jewel of light,
We were young in the arms of summer,
After the rain, we felt alright.
Bridge
Now the porch light finds an empty street,
And the kite string's tangled somewhere in the trees,
But I still hear laughter on the wind,
Carried soft through the September haze,
Some things don't end, they just change their shape.
Chorus
After the rain, the fields breathe silver,
Every leaf holds a jewel of light,
We were young in the arms of summer,
After the rain, we felt alright,
After the rain, we still feel alright.
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