all the waves on the ocean, engineering emotion.
and dreams of bullets gave you something to hold.
and the gulls cry a promise - that their wings could take you home...
how could you be so frozen to good souls?
and lovers who've lost hope lie broken around you.
the lives that we've been through are lines we scratched in sand.
and the waves on the ocean dance like crystal in sunshine.
your dreams of bullets will drift to a new head.
you're the ghost of a promise. just the ghost of a promise.
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