Chris Pureka
Landlocked
It's about that time we start unwinding, any hope we wrapped aroundthe distant light in the silent conversation that never blossomed into soundCause we were hard weather, we were broken hearted, we were always forget-me-notsWe were flash bulbs, we were constellations, and we tried to connect the dotsBut all this and all that and everything in between never did amount to a damn thingI wish we could call this low tidepretend we will come back rising,but darling we're done for goodwell if you want to know all the time felt like crawling and crawling down the bottom of a welland if you want to know I never could let it go let it go let it go until nowbut all this and all that and everything in between never did amount to muchI wish we could call this low tidepreted we'll come back rising but we're landlockedBut all this and all that and everything in between never did amount to muchI wish we could call this low tidepreted we could come back rising,but we're landlockedNothing nothing nothing leftsome sand in your shoe, a stone in your chestsome sand in your shoe, a song in your mindWe ran out of time time time
From Letras Mania