Counting deer
Have my back
Have your way with me
I feel warm
All balled up in your hands of clay
I think we will be so happy
You taste like grape soda on the beach
Half my life ago
The cabana, off veranda beach where the berm erodes
Borne, like a spore
Like a stick bug on a cord
I'm engine red
I'm in control
Very balled up till I'm all consoled
I think we will be so happy
You taste like grape soda on the beach
We were there poking salty air
When the tide would sink our chairs
You got ketchup in your hair
Lay me to sleep
My old soul is a dog getting weak
And if I die before I wake
Deliver me whole to the strays on the bank
Full with heavy lids in evening
Your wiry cricket legs buzz me to sleep
We were there castle in the air
In our diamond-studded chairs
You got diamonds in your hair
Writer/s: Andrew Gavin Williams, Luke Elliot Fleeman
