Letras
I guess it's time for the ocean to take you back
But I can visit sometime
If you and I could wring some hope out of heart attack
This is what it sounds like
So rev your engine and load your cart
Show me what you plan on making for lunch
Maybe I can quell my stressful mind
And we can have a halfway decent time
So smoke your weed and take your edibles
Tell me, how're the ones that I bought you?
And we can do for naps what Truffaut did for movies
And make up some new things to sleep through
Make it sweet, make it home, make it back
Just don't let it get too loud
I'll bring you home put you to bed turn out the lights
Shut the door without a sound
So come right home when you've done what you gotta do
Show us one or two of your bruises
I'll steer the conversation like a sailboat on a choppy, frozen sea