4 acessos
You glug and you glug, salt water from sandcastle bucket.
You glug and you glug and the tide turns in your stomach, splash your shoes.
You complain the tap-water runs solid white, you dangle fishing line for crabs,
but they're not interested, I'm your only bite.
I watched your face move in a compact mirror; how the powder settles in - premature crows feet, caused by worry
You say I circle you unwanted, like a seagull swoops and feeds from bin.
There are listed buildings and woe betide your listed heart.
I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money.
I'll take any scraps that you can give.
Come what midnight, you commandeer a fishing boat,
decree to drift further than we could swim.
Com ewhat midnight, the neon signs, have been unplugged and fade,
you danced a jig down at the harbour, create your own flash show with security lights.
I remember being naked to my waist though not in which direction.
"And oh, I am a glutton for love, can you give me some romance? I'm a glutton for sin".
We are but two atheists in lust, you know, we gotta make our own luck.
There are listed buildings and woe betide your listed heart.
I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money.
I'll take any scraps that you can give.
I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money.
I'll take any scraps that you can give.
I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money.
I'll take any scraps that you can give.