This I call my sailboat
These are all by friends,
That beyond's the shoreline
And that is where it ends.
High And dry Are we
Stinging sigh's the salt air
Taste it on your skin,
Stomach's sense of flying the feeling of the wind.
High And dry Are we.
These are all by friends,
That beyond's the shoreline
And that is where it ends.
High And dry Are we
Stinging sigh's the salt air
Taste it on your skin,
Stomach's sense of flying the feeling of the wind.
High And dry Are we.