Beneath the cigarettes and sugar shit of alcohol breath
i can taste the ocean on your tounge
Remember when we sat on the sidewalk of your old block
Against the wall under the stars
Talking about love's meaning
Well, i wasn't dreaming

I meant every word
Just didn't know your demons
Do you know mine, babe?
Are we wasting time, babe?

Playhouses
Haunted by
Broken spirits
Just trying to get high

Well we chose the course but
The weather changed
and the river froze
And when it thawed it was running
Backwards and dry now
I suppose it's appropriate to cry now

Over wasted time
And naked lies
Still get wasted sometime