The distant sound of melody bestowed The evening's mood down Mission Blvd The night we carved our dreams into the sand
Although it seems more like a dream Those nights were so alive
We're going to find your fucking heart
Do you remember when we fell asleep In each others arms at Mission Beach When we woke up the waves had disappeared
Although it seems more like a dream Those nights were so alive
We're going to find your fucking heart
And lipstick on the mirror I watch you paint your nails And straighten out your hair
The sidewalk holds my feet Through this crooked street Your window lights the lawn One last kiss and I'll be gone
You're cutting paper hearts From fashion magazines alone
We're going to find your fucking heart More from Better Off Tomorrow