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past is past but it still lasts |
i sat there with the darkness of the universe in my eyes swollen and lost thinking of your holy day in the dark, dark waves of the ocean with a really long string you held onto all these years my arms stretched out 256 miles but never made it past the whiskey and the tide and my mind burns when it wanders what's the answer the rhythm of the waves the height of our senses i can't see it's so dark but i can feel every second of it it makes me want to steal the ocean from your memory and give it back to the moon your hands tracing her body my hands tracing yours foolish how i always think i know what people are thinking how i thought i knew what you were thinking how i thought i knew it all |