this time of year
believe and don't go wearing thin
high tide
wash the taste of your clothes
out to sea
if it was your future
living all dangerous
if it was your future
living indifferent
oh
climb on my shoulders
climb on my shoulders
white noise
save your voice
sounds of the days and nights
in bars
I swear on my years
don't die in my arms
with all my love
with all my love
climb on my shoulders
almost afraid of
4 in the morning
almost afraid of
4 a.m