November 12, 2015

Lyrics

Look at my face, it's an old book
Lord, it's not a poem it's... full of lines
You have to go in...

Someone should have told you
How much you love

In my Summertime
Go to your Summerland

I had everything I needed
To commit suicide
I put my trust in you
On the long way to Hell

Why don't you hold me in your arms
So I never lose control?
You're not exactly what you seemed
You're just a dream

Why don't you hold me in your arms
So I never lose control?
You're not exactly what you seemed
You're just a dream

I had everything I needed
To commit suicide
Sometimes Adam and Eve
Felt sad in your Summerland

Should I be drunk by the jetty
As the wind whispers
"Are you ready?
Are you proud?"
My bloody Mary
My bloody guide
I can hear the cruel sea
Kissing, spitting or whatever
It's calling on, it's calling fear
"You'd better be something
When you go inside me"

I see it now
The sea I'll be
I see it come
The sea I'll drink
So I have drunk the tears she left
And I have drowned
Made the first step, played the fifth act
Move on, move back
Don't think, don't try...

Go ahead! Go ahead!

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