Waves are crashing in the sand
San Junípero once again
Who I am is who you are
Hidden Oceans aren't that far
Secret meetings on the moon
From September until June
Hanging portraits in a room
Inverted flowers are in bloom
Lit a fire to stay warm
Deviation from the norm
Worms are thriving in the sun
The ides of March are on the run
Secret meetings on the moon
From September until June
Hanging portraits in a room
Inverted flowers are in bloom