I miss the sand on the concrete floor
I miss the way it was before
no one even knew me
your eyes looked right through me
And I’m taking off your clothes
And you bloom like a rose
I can’t get away from you
And where the ocean meets the land
Is like the sliding of your hand
Prickles up my skin
And I can feel the changing weather
While alone along that coast
Sense memories of your ghost
I can’t get away from you
Deliver me, shut me up
Deliver me
Give into me, Release
Deliver me, deliver me
Through the airport corridors
In magazines in stores
If I see your face once more
Cause you know I can’t ignore it
I recognize that pose
When you bloomed like a rose
I can’t get away from you
The jeep gets broke on a blown out road and I’m a tourist with a real light load
Will the government hold one month away, missed our places where we always stay
How come we always pick these spots
Feeling like a have in the land of have nots, sleeping on cots
Wishing that I had some tater-tots
And there’s postcards written
I know I’ll never send
The moment is gone and won’t come again
I ride with souls who find no peace
Still I look to you to find release
And the travelers return
Through the panic doors
Walking through the airport corridors
Welcome back now from the foreign shores
And I walk alone
And the ghost that I carry is your
Tiger shark is azure blue
I hope the vision you had returns to you
I miss the sand on the concrete floor I miss the way it was before no one even knew me your eyes looked right through me And I’m taking off your clothes And you bloom like a rose
I can’t get away from you
And where the ocean meets the land Is like the sliding of your hand Prickles up my skin And I can feel the changing weather While alone along that coast Sense memories of your ghost
I can’t get away from you
Deliver me, shut me up Deliver me Give into me, Release Deliver me, deliver me
Through the airport corridors In magazines in stores If I see your face once more Cause you know I can’t ignore it I recognize that pose When you bloomed like a rose
I can’t get away from you
The jeep gets broke on a blown out road and I’m a tourist with a real light load Will the government hold one month away, missed our places where we always stay How come we always pick these spots Feeling like a have in the land of have nots, sleeping on cots Wishing that I had some tater-tots
And there’s postcards written I know I’ll never send The moment is gone and won’t come again I ride with souls who find no peace Still I look to you to find release
And the travelers return Through the panic doors Walking through the airport corridors Welcome back now from the foreign shores And I walk alone And the ghost that I carry is your Tiger shark is azure blue I hope the vision you had returns to you