Summer Surf - Trick shots

An empty bench

A lot of us around

Can’t take a seat

Want to make more friends somehow

It’s hard to look in the eyes, every word is a lie

It’s easy when you’re smiling but it’s so hard to find

The one

The search begun

From time to time there’s place for upright things

And we repeat it when someone’s not pleased

But still afraid to spot the manner of ones sight

They’re so nice, tongue becomes tight

Passion’s hard

Blowing up our minds

Patience’s weak

Burning off inside

Temper’s getting hot, the animal awakes

Picture’s dying in saturately red shade

You’ve drown

Lost, not found

It’s burning up inside

It’s blowing off our minds

Words are still ringing out;

you hear they slip away

Our talks are already not the same