Misses - Girls In Hawaii

There is always the sound

Are you hearing it too

How it’s weird living inside the town

Empty days without you

There is always a fall

But it happened too soon

How can I see the living all around

When I struggle with you

There is always a clock

Gods beyond, by the curve

What’s the point to give in

To desperation?

to desperation…

Youth in the sun drowned in broken seas

Cruising the summer sands

Despite all the bruises coming from the side

You’ll always be young and amused (and amused)

I miss you…