Sunday, June 17
MY FEET ARE BURIED IN THE SAND AND THERE'S A BREEZE
Come and open up your folding chair next to me,
My feet are buried in the sand and there's a breeze,
There's a shadow, You can't see my eyes,
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies.
Let's get a silver bullet trailer and have a baby boy,
I'll safety pin his clothes all cool and you'll graffiti up his toys
I've got a perfect body, but sometimes I forget,
I've got a perfect body, 'cause my eyelashes catch my sweat, yes they do. They do.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Now I've been sitting on this abandoned beach for years,
Waiting for the salty water to cover up my ears.
But every time the tide comes in to take me home,
I get scared and I'm sitting here alone,
Dreaming of the dolphin song.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Maybe one day you'll understand,
That I want nothing from you but to sweetly hold your hand.
'Til that day just please don't be so down,
Don't make frowns, you silly clown.
Just come and open up your folding chair next to me,
My feet are buried in the sand and there's a breeze,
There's a shadow, You can't see my eyes,
And the waves are just a frothier version of the skies.
There's a shadow, you can't see my eyes.
There's a shadow, you can't see my eyes.