See More Glass On The Beach by Yin Waster Lyrics
Seymour is on the shore
He's slipping away on the beach
Raise high your moments boy
You've brought them to their knees
Magazines and nursery rhymes
Bullets rest on the bed
Within phone calls, your memories reside
The wake holds your end inside the tide
He's slipping away on the beach
Raise high your moments boy
You've brought them to their knees
Magazines and nursery rhymes
Bullets rest on the bed
Within phone calls, your memories reside
The wake holds your end inside the tide