The sand on which she walked isn't there now Building hasn't built on it seashells All the jellyfish have no place to wash ashore But I can still be
What I own in my plastic account is a carpet of nails Moving towards the result this purchase will lay on myself Being broke on my own for a change makes
Please wake up from this dream I really need to leave We haven't got much time Show me what's in your mind It's so sweet of you to say But my heart is
