Myth

Flowers bloom in and out of the rooms you walk me through

Took stones by the ocean

Washed my mouth out with their salt and

Truth and traces will remain and that's okay

Okay, okay, okay, okay

I don't know how long you will be gone

But I know I'll find you before too long

I'll get there with sand dollars to spare

And I know that I will find you there

You came at me like a Rolling Stones song in slo-mo

I saw your hair and coat all fancy and for free

I think I fell in love when I

Drove down the west road, saw the island, and cried

Again, again, your eyes in front of me again

I don't know how long you will be gone

But I know I'll find you before too long

I'll get there with sand dollars to spare

And I know that I will find you there