Saturday night
we slowly lose the light
but you are there waiting on the other side
Sunday morning
the water and the tide
they push me through the ground
like a flower in july
The rhythm is divine
and it circles through your eyes
it's dripping down your thighs
to the ground where i will die
Sunday morning
the water and the tide
they push me through the ground
like a flower in july
Ooouuh
You pulled me through
the little crack
you filled it up with glue
Ooouuh
Underneath the moon
you wore black
and i was dressed in blue
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