: When I look up at the stars As I walk in the night Down the street by my house It feels good When I look up at the stars As I walk in the night Down
: Oh, you're such a pretty thing, I'll take you and I'll make you all mine. I will steal you from this patient world that'll chase us, it could never
: Everybody is made of clay That's what they used to say Until the truth stepped on us all Now everything that was big is small We're just little crying
We've got to get right down to the sea We've got to get to the sea Oh my dear son We've got to get to the sea But don't you touch the water Don't
: After all this time After all of this season After your own decision to go to the water for a reason It's only the ocean and you And all of this lines
to our eyes I took a picture of you took a picture of me In the back ground of the picture Was water running to the sea So I pictured us standing there
: I don't want you to go I don't want you to go But it's time to turn your love Give it back [x2] Give it back... I don't want you to know Let's not
: Hey, little girl You might not know this song This another kind of song that you can sing along, ... Hey, little girl Maybe someday At least that's
: If they tell me that the bees Don't make honey anymore Then what am I supposed to tell you And if they tell me that the ocean Is tired of her shores
: Some will say This place is wrong These hands are fast This face is long Just stop upsetting yourself Upsetting your thoughts Upsetting this world
If they tell me that the bees Don't make honey anymore Then what am I supposed to tell you And if they tell me that the ocean Is tired of her shores
Are they laughing at or with me? Aww, baby, those are such great shoes I think that I'm so happy now And I think this is a bitter you Oh, oh, oh, oh,
Hey, little girl You might not know this song This another kind of song that you can sing along, ... Hey, little girl Maybe someday At least that's what
No good with faces And I'm bad with names Gave me diretions But it's all the same I'm lost I'm too tired to try Street lamps are broken Black the
camera to our eyes I took a picture of you took a picture of me In the back ground of the picture Was water running to the sea So I pictured us standing
Everybody is made of clay That's what they used to say Until the truth stepped on us all Now everything that was big is small We're just little crying
After all this time After all of this season After your own decision to go to the water for a reason It's only the ocean and you And all of this lines
Some will say This place is wrong These hands are fast This face is long Just stop upsetting yourself Upsetting your thoughts Upsetting this world That