Television Blue

Up to the surface, cold and blue I look over at her Sweater on, suntan glowing She says, "Maybe we should go" And I nod my head, feeling the rain in my hair Wind picks up, throws me a towel Up the stairs, my feet wet Fluorescent lights, suntan glowing She says, "I'm glad we did this" And I nod my head, feeling the rain in her hair Television blue 'til three in the morning Was she talking to me? Eyes wide open, pitch dark Unsure of what to do I nod my head, dreaming of rain in my hair Judy takes a sip, says, "I remember we stole bug spray "Out of money, blue motel, you told me to go to hell" I nod my head, "But remember the rain in your hair?" Remember the rain in your hair? Remember the rain in your hair? Remember the rain in your hair?