Float, along the shore
Pebbles sink beneath the soles of each two feet
You hate, when it rains
Perfect remains get swept away
Trudge back to the car
I feel like I'm gonna hit the ceiling
Tonight
Where is the part
When things will actually start
Coming back again
'Cause this feeling has no end
I don't wanna have to pretend
Pull into the drive
We have arrived
Feel the crunching of the ice
Footsteps in the hall
Pictures on the wall
There's not much to talk about
Trudge back to the car
I feel like I'm gonna hit the ceiling
Tonight
Where is the part
When things will actually start
Coming back again
'Cause this feeling has no end
I don't wanna have to pretend
I don't wanna have to pretend
I was torn apart
It was a false start
Keep going around the bend
Same old words to every friend
I don't wanna have to pretend
I don't wanna have to pretend
Where is the part (can we float on, on?)
(Can we float? Can we float?)
I don't wanna have to pretend
(Can we float on, on?)
I don't wanna have to pretend
(Can we float? Can we float?)
Where is the part
Things will actually start
Coming back again
'Cause this feeling has no end
I don't wanna have to pretend
I don't wanna have to pretend
