Steve swims in his American way
If he looks for me I’ll be at the
Keeping pebbles a company
I can hear them moving is it a sea
Is it him At the Playa Scene we sighed
If soon Mary would send him back I begged
And when he swims I swim dead
Adamite and I having our shut eye
He colanders me a heart made of sand
You’re on your Pelgrim tour in your Mariolatry
And I am worshipping your every movement
You don’t know a thing
2003 and Adriatic is in
So is drowning
Will I see you in your renaissance floating back
Wanna make you think you forgot some thing
You must be here before Berry folds this Palm tree
And I am quiet drowned
Instead of you I am saying hi to your sea bottom sweets
Amnesia is our best friend
So you take a good care of Canada
And I’ll take off this island cos if I am this South
Then it did never do good to you
And when he swims I swim dead
Adamite and I having our shut eye
He colanders me a heart made of sand
Boy maybe I wished to see that tear
But I’m rolling off to extremes to find out
How far you could go with me
And if you look for me I’ll be at the Berry’s
Keeping pebbles a company
I can hear them moving
Is it a sea
Is it you
Is it just me
Sighing
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Published on e-Stories.org on 07/01/2006.
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