The taste of salt air on your lips,
tell me girl is there anything better
than this... Always Stanhope.
You come in ways of joyful dunes,
beautiful breezes, visions of you...
Always Stanhope.
Turn the corner, down that old
beach road. Waves before me,
yeah and I just drive slow. Feels
so good, yeah too be here now,
to be home.
♪ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♩ ♫
Could I make time stand still, find the
secret in them there hills...
Always Stanhope.
Turn the corner, down that old beach
road. Waves before me, I just drive slow.
Feels so good, yeah too be here now,
oh to be home.
♪ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♫
The taste of salt air on your lips..
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