Get me outta here... If reality is what I see...
I had a false belief. I thought I came here to stay.
We're all just visiting. All just breaking like waves.
The oceans made me, but who came up with love?
Push me pull me, push me. Or pull me out.
Push me pull me. Or pull me out.
So if there were no angels would there be no sin?
where
thought
there
waves
spacious
somewhere
breaking
enough
belief
puddles
reality
behave
angels
begin
would
visiting
better
cloud
arrange
before
dropping
later
opening
meets
false
leaving
oceans
discarding
ground
outta
Click on any word to see the translation
Click on this icon to translate the entire sentence