The salty breath of the ocean on this summer's eve
The hand she used to sculpt this perfect dream;
Basically the dreadfulness of everything.
Nothing seems as funny to me as how quickly they all leave.
The subtle kiss our final night received
Before the sunlight came and burnt the seeds
I buried in the public's field of dreams;
Nothing seems as funny to me as how quickly they all leave.
The buildings in the sky seem to retreat
And her glaring eyes full of deceit;
Seems her exit is the only thing concrete,
Nothing seems as funny to me as how quickly they all leave.