| Theres something thats existing | |
| If its the way you're blowing those kisses at me | |
| The weight of the notes repetitions asking | |
| Lastly... | |
| But the waves of this sound is the magic happening | |
| The oceans laughing | |
| If im standing alone at the bridge just ask me | |
| If im dying alone | |
| This is nuts keep lasting | |
| Im dying to know | |
| How the words come natural | |
| I dont know | |
| How the chorus just got me | |
| Singing these notes | |
| Until the songs start stopping | |
| But im sure at that point we'd all be soft asleep | |
| Theres something thats purely entertaining | |
| Watching the waves just crashing | |
| And feeling the bones in your body just reacting | |
| To the sounds the notes the words they must mean something | |
| Yeah you must mean something | |
| Theres something so brilliant and appealing | |
| Watching the marks on the ceiling | |
| Expanding in styles for miles such strong distractions | |
| But the waves of this sound is the magic happening | |
| The oceans laughing | |
| If im standing alone at the bridge just ask me |