Lyrics
Girl with the shells in her pocket
Climbs up the hill, she knows well
Hopes that it won't be forgotten
Hands him a bucket, says, "Well, go to hell"
Girl with the strawberry glasses
Captured your heart in a pool
Look how it spilled like molasses
Sweet with a bitter view
Nobody knew
Nothing means nothing, means nothing, means nothing to you
The scent of your face in a jar and a bottle of blue
How can I ever accept that I never had you?
Brightness and beauty and kindness can cut you in two
It's true
Why is it all a show if no one else can know my pain?
Sort it out yourself, or maybe someone else, explain
Why is all this beauty hurting me so much? I cry
Smoke a little bit of weed and drink a little rye
And fly