Shut Up I Am Dreaming of Places Where Lovers Have Wings

You're on the distant shore You're on the distant shore Oceans never listened to us anyway Oceans never listened to us anyway And if I fall into the drink, I will say your name before I sink He says your name out loud In miniature rooms where no one's found It's a desperate sound You're on the distant shore He stamps his feet down You can hear his knuckles on your door He wants to send you drawings Drawings of men with faithful hands They'll make such good boyfriends He wants to tell you stories Stories of boys who stomp their feet saying, "shut, shut up I'm dreaming of places where lovers have wings" And I'll meet you where the river forks When everyone else is dead, you'll be safe on the water We'll be much younger than we remember You're on the distant shore I'll stamp my feet down, down do you hear knuckles on your door? Do you understand what I'm fighting for? But oceans never listened to us anyway Oceans never listened to us anyway If I fall into the drink, I will say your name before I sink Oceans never listened to us anyway I'm afraid of the water I'm afraid of the sky I'm tired of waiting Oceans never listen to us anyway Oceans never listen to us anyway And if I fall into the drink, I will say your name before I sink Oceans never listen to us anyway So don't make a sound Don't make a sound Don't make a sound Don't make a sound Don't make a sound (Don't make a sound)

More songs from Sunset Rubdown

Nightingale / December Song

1 credits