Motorcycle on the beach
Reflected in the sonic peace
Faceless female body moaning
Flushing vegetation throwing
Over my pathetic head
There's something swelling in my stomach
Passing out seems to make no sense
It should come out, but feels fine there
Silence growing on the scene
Those hands stop snatching at my sleeves
I try to push her downwards, but
Damn it, my shoes get soaking wet
The waves don't seem to turn around
The water keeps going down
I'm gettin' tired, wanna leave
The eyes looking up from not so deep
Why stay, why leave
Why stay, why leave
Why stay, why leave
Why stay, why leave
There's an endless row of good solutions
What's the use of choosing this?
It's not the least what you would call an
Easy killing on the beach
Silence growing on the scene
Those hands stop snatching at my sleeves
I try to push her downwards, but
Damn it, my shoes get soaking wet
The waves don't seem to turn around
The water keeps going down
I'm gettin' tired, wanna leave
The eyes looking up from not so deep
There's an endless row of good solutions
What's the use of choosing this?
It's not the least what you would call an
Easy killing on the beach
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Motorcycle on the beach
Reflected in the sonic peace
Faceless female body moaning
Flushing vegetation throwing
Over my pathetic head
There's something swelling in my stomach
Passing out seems to make no sense
It should come out, but feels fine there
Silence growing on the scene
Those hands stop snatching at my sleeves
I try to push her downwards, but
Damn it, my shoes get soaking wet
The waves don't seem to turn around
The water keeps going down
I'm gettin' tired, wanna leave
The eyes looking up from not so deep
Why stay, why leave
Why stay, why leave
Why stay, why leave
Why stay, why leave
There's an endless row of good solutions
What's the use of choosing this?
It's not the least what you would call an
Easy killing on the beach
Silence growing on the scene
Those hands stop snatching at my sleeves
I try to push her downwards, but
Damn it, my shoes get soaking wet
The waves don't seem to turn around
The water keeps going down
I'm gettin' tired, wanna leave
The eyes looking up from not so deep
There's an endless row of good solutions
What's the use of choosing this?
It's not the least what you would call an
Easy killing on the beach
Reflected in the sonic peace
Faceless female body moaning
Flushing vegetation throwing
Over my pathetic head
There's something swelling in my stomach
Passing out seems to make no sense
It should come out, but feels fine there
Silence growing on the scene
Those hands stop snatching at my sleeves
I try to push her downwards, but
Damn it, my shoes get soaking wet
The waves don't seem to turn around
The water keeps going down
I'm gettin' tired, wanna leave
The eyes looking up from not so deep
Why stay, why leave
Why stay, why leave
Why stay, why leave
Why stay, why leave
There's an endless row of good solutions
What's the use of choosing this?
It's not the least what you would call an
Easy killing on the beach
Silence growing on the scene
Those hands stop snatching at my sleeves
I try to push her downwards, but
Damn it, my shoes get soaking wet
The waves don't seem to turn around
The water keeps going down
I'm gettin' tired, wanna leave
The eyes looking up from not so deep
There's an endless row of good solutions
What's the use of choosing this?
It's not the least what you would call an
Easy killing on the beach
Writer: Csaba Szász
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid