What are the words that I'm supposed to say? Your white skin, swirling fireflies. Darkness has surrounded Baltimore bay. Why don't you open your blue
Buying some vintage records in Williamsberg stores Playing paper boats on east river shores Meeting mermaids and lobsters in Coney Island Puking our deep
Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away Where innocence is burned in flames A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead I'm frozen to the bones, I am...
Most of my sweet memories were buried in the sand The fire and the pain will now be coming to an end How did you get to save me from this desolate wasteland
: What are the words that I'm supposed to say? Your white skin, swirling fireflies. Darkness has surrounded Baltimore bay. Why don't you open your blue
: Buying some vintage records in Williamsberg stores Playing paper boats on east river shores Meeting mermaids and lobsters in Coney Island Puking our
: Most of my sweet memories were buried in the sand The fire and the pain will now be coming to an end How did you get to save me from this desolate
: Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away Where innocence is burned in flames A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead I'm frozen to the bones, I am
Accidents, out on the highway to somewhere, they tell us about when we're young, rescuers working to clean up the crashes before she can see what
. My baby understood had to do what she should Lying near a pile of wood. Laying it on some, Playing with it some When I, I woke up with wood. I was
