West coast summer day
Hear the swell of the ocean say my name
Sounds great
It's getting late
West coast summer day
Hear the swell of the ocean say my name
Sounds great
Time to get away
Gotta run
Cuz I've got blood on my hands
I can't tell if it's mine, theirs or even tangible
I'm all about the sunshine in my eyes
But Mary's smoking, haunting me in my rear view
I'm all about the moonlight on my head
With Mary tucked in tightly between my fingers
I'm all about the
West coast summer day
Hear the swell of the ocean say my name
Sounds great
Now it's far too late
