Not One More Word Tonight

Between Here And There

Well Put A Distance The Size Of The Ocean

So Now His Heart Can Be A Skipping Rythem

As The Cadence Carries Me

I Almost Drift Away

Far Enough To Forget

But When It Comes You Cannot Hesitate

And When Found I Will Write

On Account And Seal It In An Envelope

Addresed To Your Last Known Residence



Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo



And We Sink And We Drowned

And What Is Lost Can Never Be Found

Well These Arms Did Swim,

Until The Lungs Pulled In

Panic Was Lost In A Deep Understanding

That You Will See What Is Wrong With Everything

What Is Wrong With You And Me

They Make All The Right Reasons To F**k It Up

You Gotta F**k It Up



Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo



(That Sounded Pretty Good To Me)

(I Thought It Was Pretty Good)