Grey Jackson Square Letra

the way we kissed in jackson square
the trombones, pigeons
yellow streetlights there
but oh, to see you through
the dirty plexiglass:
it's cold in the summer,
cold in the spring
i surely loved you.
your high sweet laugh above the engine's roar
when we drove down over into mexico
made you jump with the cold beer bottle
on your tan and blue dressed leg
i always thought you looked like
a seal in the water
it's cold in the summer,
cold in the spring.