Ball Pit

Oh..oh how wish I was back in there, in the shallows, in the sun, basking away, in a way

I’ve never left, there’s lotion coursing through my veins.

Rings are tumbling down, a fairytale of plastic on display

we play, till it’s dark and then we go away.

I reckon I’ll be back with my head in the sand,

in the end.

Oh..oh how wish I was back in there, in the shallows, in the sun, basking away, in a way

I’ve never left, there’s lotion coursing through my veins. and that’s bad.

Oh..oh how wish I was back in there, in the shallows, in the sun, basking away, in a way

I’ve never left, there’s lotion coursing through my veins. And this ain’t good , for your health.