She's There - Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever

Touch of her skin like summer rain

She’s there, she’s there

One bottle in, runnin' through my veins

Her hands are in my hair

I live on the outside of everything

She’s there, she’s rare

Under the sun, I speak her name

But I can’t hear it, I can’t hear it

Stuck on the edge, she said

Time, it’s a river

Only one way

Down together

I open the letter, but the writing’s wrong

I should’ve done better, but the time rolls on

I open the letter, but the writing’s wrong

I should’ve done better, but the time rolls on

Open a window, in the air

In a mirror, she’s there

Every time I speak her name

There’s a cold shiver through my veins

Stuck on the edge, she said

Time, it’s a river

Only one way

Down together

I open the letter, but the writing’s wrong

I should’ve done better, but the time rolls on

I open the letter, but the writing’s wrong

I should’ve done better, but the time rolls on

All my accidents breathe in time

All my accidents breathe in time

All my accidents breathe in time

All my accidents breathe in time