Still right knee bruised, we landed there June
My oh my,
did that room frighten my bottom?
Still kept it raw,
and still adorned,
an LSD with a tag on
Thirty degrees,
I'm on calm deep night You drink to the sea,
the sea that swallows
my love
I saw mothers fall,
on Sundays in March
And still they rolled,
sinking their sorrows in nice merlot
Hey, hey
Heavy emotion,
Dana Hill
Heavy emo,
emo