Verse 1]

I'm barefoot in the sand

Warm grains cling to the zinc on my ankles, to the strap marks left by my old flip-flops

Saltwater crusts on my lips, and the shell line glints up my calves like tiny white pins

I wipe my hands on a striped beach towel, then squint up at your face, sun-baked and close

The brim of my sunhat keeps getting knocked sideways

Sunscreen streaks on my shoulders, pink at the edges

A cooler dug into the sand by my knee

A damp towel, a crooked chair, a bottle sweating in my hand

Foam cools the small of my back

I'm just moving

Toward the rising sun

Pre-Chorus

Higher, higher

My laughter takes flight

Higher, higher

My heart beats strong