Edithvale by Bec Sykes

I wanna be in love again
I don't wanna be friends
Go to the beach when it's too hot to sleep
Park on the street and fool around

Forty-five we laugh the whole ride to Edithvale
Forty-five we laugh the whole ride to Edithvale
Forty-five we laugh the whole ride to Edithvale
I don't wanna be friends

I wanna be in love again
With sand on skin
Thieves came in the night for a joy ride
Set your's alight, left no trace

Lily Lane engulfed in flames, oh Edithvale
Lily Lane engulfed in flames, oh Edithvale
Lily Lane engulfed in flames, oh Edithvale
I don't wanna be friends

I remember sand on skin
I still remember everything
I feel your hand upon my knee
But they stole it all, there is no lead
Slowing down at amber lights
To kiss me for the millionth time
Talking fears and counting years
But they stole it all now we're stuck here
They stole it all now we're stuck here

Forty-five we got no ride to Edithvale
Sweaty skin and heated fights, no Edithvale
Forty-five we got no ride to Edithvale
I don't wanna be friends

• EmotiveFolk
• Folk
• acousticpop
• emofolk
• female vocals
• indiefolk
• piano
• singer-songwriter
• suburbs
• Melbourne