This I call my sailboat
These are all by friends,
That beyond's the shoreline
And that is where it ends
High
And dry
Are we
Stinging sigh's the salt air
Taste it on your skin,
Stomach's sense of flying
the feeling of the wind
High
And dry
Are we
Breezing UpThis I call my sailboat These are all by friends, That beyond's the shoreline And that is where it ends High And dry Are we Stinging sigh's the salt air Taste it on your skin, Stomach's sense of flying the feeling of the wind High And dry Are we |