Nov 01, 2010 17:30
Sure we'll miss
How it was
No one to
shelter us
But oh ...
We've drunk the last.
And ooh..
This sea is black.
Sure we'll talk
all about
let it out
let it out
but oh....
this straws the last
and oohhh...
we turn our backs
sure I'll miss
being used
but i'm all done
using you
cuz ohh...
this heart is black
and ohh
you've seen the last.