The sweet love between the moon and the deep blue sea.
When we go to play, you flip around and flash around and everything, and then they're not gonna see nothin' but what their eyes see. Forget about their ears.
This morning came on to me, silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise.
After awhile, your, your cheap talk don't even cause me pain, so let your bullets fly like rain.
Let me live my life the way I want to.
We have time, there's no big rush.