Stop, you wouldn't wanna waste it
Oh how could you misplace it,
We should get in before the setting of the sun
That which i should've done i did not do
Stop, there's red upon the rapids
Birthday or none, the consequence is tragic,
Smaller than tears, heavy the ocean
Little blue flowers, faces of georgia,
Bathe on the rocks, bathe in the spring
We should get in before the setting of the sun
That which i should've done i did not do
We are ... lost in a melody
We are ... lost in a melody
We are ... lost in a melody