Another washout, brake lights showing. Probably gonna slow down, no way of knowing. Let's hear the outline, I see where it's going. I know where it came from a bubble in the moment.
Though, I may be miles away from her. With years that pass without a word. I've never seen a moon so high. Her name hangs down from there, tonight. . So, put your little hand away.
I went down to meet my maker. And the water tastes salty. What's on my lips,. The letter you sent me. . I found a good friend. But let her go to easily.