Once it's over it's like it never was, but the salt lines tell a greater story.
French kiss French doors French fry French whores, cut my hair, float in the ocean, come with me girl the sun is bright and though I prefer the winter, the summer is all we have, I'd rather not cry past today, though when it's time to say goodbye it's a likely story at least in the water all liquid is tainted with salt. So, would you do me that favor and let it all go, I wish to dance like the girl with short black hair who stalks you with her eyes as she moves forward then backward, she is grinning and has lost all control but there is method in her madness that can be found in the music and I have found that method in another song, touch, but you think it's weird, you wish you knew the words but even those I don't know speak to me. I wouldn't have seen it move over my nose and down the other side, drop to the blanket, but it reflects light and light tends to catch the eye. Insert deleted sentences from this point on.