Theres one man, hes like
the wishful thinking in my life, I see so
and hes like the wine on the weekend…
and though he is like the sea and its right he be so
if I hold tight hell wash over me…
theres one girl I like shes a smile on a Monday
and shell fight to stay so…
and shes like the sun on the weekend
and though she is like the sea and shes right to be so
still I like that she sails with me…
didnt we all break down
didnt we all fake
isnt it alright now
didnt we all break out…
theres one man so bright he blocks the light
and hell always be so…
hes like no sleep on the weekend
and though he is like the sea and hes right to be so
when I hold tight I sink down deep…
didnt we all break down
didnt we all fake
isnt it alright now
didnt we all break out…
and though we are like the sea and its right we be so
we could chase tails all the years Ive been given…