L'appel Du Vide

She peels back from the shoreline
The waves slip and combine
They’ll hold you under by your fingers and toes
Do you loathe…
Feel like you loathe, me
Feel like you loathe, me
Feel like you loathe, me
Hold me under under under the waves
I’m getting old kiss me softly don’t complain about it
Hold me under under under the waves
Hold me under the waves
La da dah, la dah dah
Suspends my breathing says it’s not for me
I run my hands through her dark stream
She says when I see the last bubble that’s when I’ll let you up
Are you disappointed in the way we
I’m running through the streets on fire
Hoping for the rain
But that’s not my name
You’re calling out
What’s wrong with me
What’s wrong with me
What’s wrong
Hold me under under under the waves
I’m getting old kiss me softly don’t complain about it
Hold me under under under the waves
Hold me under the waves
La da dah, la dah dah
Hold me under under under the waves
I’m getting old kiss me softly don’t complain about it
Hold me under under under the waves
Hold me under the waves
La da dah, la dah dah