Lyrics

I won't pull up A light to look at the ground You'll come tomorrow Until we fish the canal I'll be all alone I'll be on the phone In St. Clemente Some future versions of us One of them in pain The other holding their own They're on the rocks Cuz she wants to walk I got your vinyls pressed up to my ear I wish you could see everything I hear [?] that grind your gears Don't you think it's weird? In a [?] kind a way In my [?] we don't change at all It'd be a shame if you wasted all your rain On this impossible terrain It's strange you [?] Could turn off [?] You know I've wanted all your drеams true I believеd we'd live on with no [?] And nothing inbetween us