They packed the car and headed northJust like every year beforeThe same old caravanThey don't understand I'm not a child anymoreCause all my friends have headed southAnd I bet they're drinking beer right nowI don't need a babysitterThat's the wrong kind of bitter taste in my mouthAnd I wished I wasn't thereThen I saw herI had to know herYeah, my heart stoppedThen we wereSummer loveSummer loveSummer loveSummer loveWe spent the next two weeks as oneLiving like castaways with nowhere to runLove letters in the sandHolding handsWrapped in the summer sunShe put an old inside a bottleAnd she threw it at the sunset out to seaLost in desireWe lost in desireWe laid down beside the fireAnd made love on the beachWe counted stars till we both fell asleepSummer loveSummer loveSummer loveSummer loveSummer loveSummer loveSummer loveSummer loveI was walking by the gentle tide risingIn the burning of a morning summer heatI looked around, she was nowhere to be foundBut the bottle at my feetHad the note she wrote that readSummer love, summer loveSummer love, summer loveSummer loveSummer loveSummer loveSummer loveSummer love, summer loveSummer love, summer love