Listen to the sound of the seaside crashing. Cloak on a hook in the hallway. Smashing red and yellow Teacups. Tripping over clover. "Have another pull" cries the Piping Plover.
So you and me we've been hanging out now. Ever since we were kids just kicking around this town. So you know me and I don't back down. I know what I want and I think I've found it..
I never felt like I had anybody. that I could really talk to. I never felt like I met anybody. that I would even want to. To try and get to know any better.
When we first met we were kids, we were wild, we were restless. And after a while, I grew coarse, I grew cold, I grew reckless. I hold this memory, hold you so close to me,.