if ever you should die I know I'd shave my head its not a morbid thought, I mean it out of love
come back to the bitter end hands, tooth, coats, and vitamins
if ever the sea claims the cities on the coast before the last bridge blows I know I will propose
armed with paddles in your hands come back to the bitter end
the soil on the spade will be my love in her the cellphone satellites will hurl to the earth
there is half of our shadow on there are strange sounds on the water front
come back to the bitter end come back everything that caught up in the plans
come back to the bitter end come back everything that puts salt in the sand