I can't help noticing the world is watching...
Their wee little minds and their ginormous eyes should find their own way into places where the light doesn't shine.
God the waves feel good. It's hot out, the sticky kind of heat that creeps into your lungs and works its way out from there, dampening the backs of knees and glistening on foreheads. The hours slide, like mud. The breeze blows calm, and the cool waves call. I dive. and it feels nice
My guitar and I sit in quiet comunication, dreaming with the orange moon. The boardwalk sings, didya know?
God the waves feel good. It's hot out, the sticky kind of heat that creeps into your lungs and works its way out from there, dampening the backs of knees and glistening on foreheads. The hours slide, like mud. The breeze blows calm, and the cool waves call. I dive. and it feels nice
My guitar and I sit in quiet comunication, dreaming with the orange moon. The boardwalk sings, didya know?