I've lost everything I've invested in you In a moment I could speak in volumes, on all the times I've heard you lie Oh I could speak in volumes, but your own words will do just fine
You're loosing your grip You're loosing your sight You're loosing your grip You're loosing your sight
Go back to California Run back to your golden coast Like that that could ever heal These salted wounds or broken bones
Your words could never last You built them on pillars of salt and sand With neuropathetic hands With neuropathetic hands Sharks smell blood from the depths of this shallow water
You're loosing your grip You're loosing your sight You're loosing your grip You're loosing your sight
Go back to California Run back to your golden coast Like that that could ever heal These salted wounds or broken bones
Sharks smell blood in shallow water This coastal feeding has become a coastal slaughter The sharks smell blood This feeding is a coastal slaughter
As you slip away Slip softly into the sea Your body bleeds, as it sinks
For once this coastal feeding won't be on me And I've lost everything that I've invested in
You're loosing your grip You're loosing your sight You're loosing your grip You're loosing your sight
Go back to California Run back to your golden coast Like that that could ever heal These salted wounds or broken bonesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
