She Sells And Sand Sandwiches
I must have fell inside a trap of sorts
You broke my weak facade it seems despite my bad intentions
You won't believe, I'm just relieved
You're still talking to me, walking to me
Most times we let our hopes slip through
I can't recover the spell I'm under, a constant fool
Those nights the heat just came off you
Now every summer and every other I think in
I think it's funny how some things can bring you back
Somehow my memories they never served me well
The way you looked at me, exposing my transparency
And everything I have which is nothing without you
Most times we let our hopes slip through
I can't recover the spell I'm under, a constant fool
Those nights the heat just came off you
Now every summer and every other I think in blue
Most times we let our hopes slip through
I can't recover the spell I'm under, a constant fool
Those nights the heat just came off you
Now every summer and every other I think
Thinking in blue
Thinking of you