The margin and a new fair among
Barters with the feeling you know
The seagull looks bigger from the wall
Won't you drag me to it all?
Feed on the queso
Henry to enzo
Dining alive singing
High
Yours to be open to it all
Nothing to break your fall
Kneel down to brace for the wine
Nothing you do hangs behind
Oh
Where did it go
Where did it run
Ended up hurt and singing
Shy
Feet on the water
Feet on the cruiser
For to take head on singing
High