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Buried At Sea

 

Buried At Sea

(album: I Am Alive In Everything I Touch - 2015)


All together we're taking pictures.
These eyes, this smile,
A look put on a thousand times.
This town of lies,
It only makes sense we're both here.
A perfect match (a perfect match),
A symbiotic relationship.
No lines in this sand,
I want to stay here until the end.

Then you said, living here's a death sentence.
In my head, I wished you only knew
What you had.

I'll take advantage of the situation, as long as I can.
Won't rely on aspirations to bring out the best of me.
(The best of me.)
Have another of our conversations, no one's listening.
We confine our confrontation by just burying the rest of it at sea.

This place, 4 walls,
No paintings hung, no love at all.
No space, no soul,
No one could ever call it home.
So bring me back (just bring me back),
Where southern pride takes over grace.
Black lungs, white beach,
Emerald coast will set me free.

When I said, I don't want to leave again.
In your head, you wished that it was true
And I was home.

I'll take advantage of the situation, as long as I can.
Won't rely on aspirations to bring out the best of me.
(The best of me.)
Have another of our conversations, no one's listening.
We confine our confrontation by just burying the rest of it at sea.
(The rest of it at sea.)

The darkest beach I've seen.
I can't remember what you look like.
All I know is distraction.
All I feel is the breeze.
This is all I need.

Then you said, living here's a death sentence.
In my head, I wished you only knew (wished you only knew)
What you had.

I'll take advantage of the situation, as long as I can.
Won't rely on aspirations to bring out the best of me.
(The best of me.)
Have another of our conversations, no one's listening.
We confine our confrontation by just burying the rest of it at sea.
(The rest of it at sea.)

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