Miles away
You are what I prey on
I'm sorry that I have crushed you darling
If you're looking for a fight
I've got no desire to frown
And I want to live open
And you've heard me say it
All I want to do is kiss you
On a bed of roses
I want to cut you open
And climb inside
So I can be like the Atlantic
And turn your tides
Summer don't (?)
(?)
Above the earth
With clenched fists in the wet dirt
(?)
I'm so positive
And I want to live open
And you've heard me say it
Now all I want to do is f** you
On a bed of roses
And I want to cut you open
And climb inside
So I can be like the Atlantic
And turn your tides
I saw those lovers at the highway
I was confused by the sight of it