Offshore کے بول

You haven't changed at all Not much does in a frame on a wall The paper's tarred and brown If I hold you too close, you blur Fearing it will fade away in darkness So throw it overboard And the next time we hit shore I will stay behind But she's washed up on the shore Her salty spit her pours so pure Leaves me choking on the sand And her waves come in again And she takes my hand Gotta hold myself away By blocking out the light of day I can't hold you the way that I used to. A picture you truly are All legs and suicide And where there's no room for lies She lies across the breeze Calling to me