New Things - Carey

You speak with the lines across your face

And your words are filling space or so I’m told

Show me every blister on your hands

Every dream you’ve ever had till it gets old

And tell me more about on the beach

Tell me what this means to me

Meet me where the blue is turning grey

Where I used to stay up late and talk to you

Remember how you told me I was wrong

And I’d pretend to play along when I was new

Tell me more about on the beach

Tell me what you want from me