On Glassy Shores Songtext

it's a foggy 101 freeway. my socks are soggy, the house is six more miles each way. i'm outta style like talking one on one we say, it's easier, face to face. as soon as we see her, away she blows like sand in the ocean. the way she glows like headlights on deep sea creatures, waving making us want to meet her. taking our breath away with love left over from that day. put into a chinese box under her bed, the monsters come and go, sometimes they stay in her shadows. she wrote love always, xoxo ps, this will be my last note. that floats in dry tanqueray rangpur bottle just off a shore glittered with similar littered glass. i didn't get it in time, is there a simpler way to ask what's inside our eyes enzymes? i have to squint to see her due to sun shining tints outlining hints of grey and blue. quintessentially, especially since i've sinned extensively, she then gives me another try in my mailbox, in the whitewash by rusty nailed docks. i can't wait to make her house a home, lock the door behind me and take off these socks, shoes with holes in the soles, my toes are frozen cold and curled. this girls on the fools golden coast of the world washing machine whirlpool. hold your breath for bouyancy, hold your breath so the boy can see hope floats. tides are salty cause that's where she cries. hiding it inside the bobbing icy gin. throbbing sunrise oxygen, she ties it in.