
Tu te vois absolument belle, Stewart.
We took a back road.
We’re gonna look at the stars.
We took a backroad in my car.
Down to the ocean,
it’s only water and sand
And in the ocean we’ll hold hands.But I don’t really like you, apologetically dressed in the best, but on a heartbeat glide.
Without an answer, the thunder speaks for the sky, and on the cold, wet dirt I cry.
And on the cold, wet dirt I cry.
Don’t you wanna come with me? Don’t you wanna feel my bones on your bones?
It’s only natural.
Don’t you wanna swim with me?
Don’t you wanna feel my skin on your skin?
It’s only natural.