Brigantine Castles Songtext
von Crystal Skulls

All afternoon, we′ve carried a tune
While Harry let the banjos play
You and your brother sing to your mother
A song from aerial ballet

It's good to be here this time each year
Candy-apple smiles
Sticking to leather in this sort of weather
When there always seems to be a line


On the end of the boardwalk, lit up like a parade
A ratty old shack with a swing in the back
And the sound of crashing waves
At Old Kentucky, could get lucky and win a blue giraffe
We′ll pretend to ride his back and make each other laugh
Laugh away your cares today
Feels like the sun is stuck in place
Salty air dries your hair and kisses your face

It's good to be here this time each year
Candy-apple smiles
Sticking to leather in this sort of weather
When there always seems to be a line

There on the end of the boardwalk, lit up like a parade
A ratty old shack with a swing in the back
And the sound of crashing waves

Laugh away your cares today
Feels like the sun is stuck in place
Salty air dries your hair and kisses your face
Laugh away your cares today
Feels like the sun is stuck in place
Salty air dries your hair and kisses your face

Kisses your face