You're the sea and I'm the land

In special circumstance we meet

But mostly we exist discrete

And so we'll take it by the week

I don't really have a plan

I hope your attention span isn't weak

But can you stop appearing in my dreams it's ruining my sleep

And your car sounds like it's crying

But I don't let myself do that

Maybe it's my ego

Or maybe I'm convinced we're coming back

I don't think they understand

What happened when I saw your face

I'll get rid of what's in my suitcase

To make space for your feet and hands

Ocean's bottled in your room

I think you should collect the rest

Cause then I could just drive to you

And you, neck and chest

I was not expecting much

I hope that you weren't irked on that

But if the us map is cursed would you still tell me when you're back

And why I'm in this far from land

Can you explain that shit to me

And if I lie in the foreign sand

Would you tell me your history

And by the time I could talk

And your car sounds like it's crying

But I don't let myself do that

Maybe it's my ego

Or maybe I'm convinced we're coming back

And your car sounds like it's crying

But I don't let myself do that

Maybe it's my ego

Or maybe I'm convinced we're coming back