We've got to get right down to the sea We've got to get to the sea Oh my dear son We're got to get to the sea But don't you touch the water Don't you
Watch you when you say, what you are And when you blame everyone, you broke again Watch you change the frame or watch you when you Take your aim at the
They tell me that the bees don't make honey anymore Then what am I supposed to tell you? They tell me that the ocean is tired of her shores Then tell
No good with faces and I'm bad with names Gave me directions nut it's all the same I'm lost, I'm too tired to try Street lamps are broken, black the
After all of this time, after all of these seasons After your one decision to go to the water for reason It's only the ocean and you And all of these
I don't want you to go I don't want you to go But it's time to turn your love Give it back And it's time to turn your love Give it back, give it back
When I look up at the stars As I walk in the night Down the street by my house It feels good When I look up at the stars As I walk in the night Down
I took a picture of you took a picture of me In the background of the picture was water running to the sea So I pictured us standing there Just staying
Everybody is made of clay That's what they used to say Until the truth stepped on us all Now everything that was big is small We're just little crying
Oh, you're such a pretty thing I'll take you and I'll make you all mine I would steal you from this patient world Let it chase us, it could never take
Hey, little girl You might not know this song This another kind of song that you could sing along Hey, little girl Maybe someday At least that's what
Are they laughing at or with me? Ah baby, those are such great shoes And I think that I'm so happy now And I think this is a better you Oh, oh, oh, oh
Some will say This place is wrong These hands are fast This face is long Stop upsetting yourself Upsetting your thoughts Upsetting this world That you
the trees Keep on going all the way Got to get right down to the sea, gotta get to the sea My dear son, we gotta get to the sea Don't you touch the
We've got to get right down to the sea We've got to get to the sea Oh my dear son We've got to get to the sea But don't you touch the water Don't
: I?ll watch you when you say What you are And when you blame Everyone, you broken king I?ll watch you change the frame I?ll watch you when you take
: No good with faces And I'm bad with names Gave me diretions But it's all the same I'm lost I'm too tired to try Street lamps are broken Black the
