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 grafiti up his toys I've got a perfect body, thought sometimes I forget, I've got a perfect body, 'cause my eyelashes catch my sweat, yes they do. They do.
Now I've been sitting on this abandoned beach for years, Waiting for the salty water to cover up my ears. Every time the tide come in to take me home, I get scared I'm sitting here alone, Dreaming of the dolphin song.
Maybe one day you'll understand, I don’t 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 sea is just a wetter version version of the skies.
There's a shadow, you can't see my eyes. There's a shadow, you can't see my eyes.
Compositor: Regina Spektor (BMI)Editor: Soviet Kitsch Music (BMI)Publicado em 2010 (30/Abr) e lançado em 2009 (22/Jun)ECAD verificado obra #3450487 e fonograma #1739592 em 06/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM