Black Cargoes Ocean
From the Album: Glass
We sat down in a backyard where
Our words dissolved
It felt like we could change the season
Get ourselves involved
Violet nights of suburbia where
We cant go too far
We should be inside this building
We should go too far
Sometimes its so hard to tell
If its spring or fall
If we touch at all
Were longing for desires
On and on
On and on
And on
We are waiting for the rain to fall
On the road were on
The smell could change the season
Save ourselves till dawn
All I told became a nursery rhyme
Became your home
The wind and the entire ocean
Became your home