The waves are warm, the sun is out
The sea is full of agents
The car, the space between
The grains of sand, the automating
There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything
There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything
You say, isn't it hard
Paddling out? Paddling out?
You say, isn't it hard
Paddling out? Paddling out?
The rattle and the mating crowds
Are out here for the weekend
We had to take our clothes before
The sun was gone completely
I used to lie and think in clouds
Deciding which were queens and which were doves
And lines I throw myself are thin
Are shower curtain-thin
There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything
There is someone here who laughs too hard at everything
You say, isn't it hard
Paddling out? Paddling out?
You say, isn't it hard
Paddling out? Paddling out?
You say, isn't it hard
Paddling out? Paddling out?
You say, isn't it hard
Paddling out? Paddling out?
You say, isn't it hard
Paddling out? Paddling out?
You say, isn't it hard
Paddling out? Paddling out?
You say, isn't it hard
Paddling out? Paddling out?
You say, isn't it hard
Paddling out? Paddling out?
