Pink lips calling me a name as they fade to grey
A
slow motion star to another escape And
the reasons for my love are in the ocean
It's just my cemetery heart,
cemetery heart,
number nine potion
Faces that surround speak without a sound, baby
Running people think they own the train But they're just hanging out,
acting the same
Never really notice how they put it
on the shelf I'm just hanging out,
being myself,
and
I'm running around in alabaster boots
Telling people I'm sticking with my roots
But I know
it's not working
Ocean child,
what's your favourite book?
Are you reading it now?
A fast action teardrop
as it's travelling south
And the overarching point has all but skipped you
It's just your cemetery mind,
cemetery mind,
a sort of see-through
The snow absorbs the sound,
boots fall on the ground, baby
Running people think they own the train But they're just hanging out,
acting the same
Never really notice how they put it on the shelf
I'm just hanging out,
being myself,
and I'm running around in alabaster boots
Telling people I'm sticking with my roots But I know
it's not working
Ocean Child
Running people think they own the train But they're just hanging out,
acting the same
Never really notice how they put it
on the shelf I'm just hanging out,
being myself,
and I'm running around in alabaster boots
Telling people I'm sticking with my roots But I know
it's not working
I know
it's not working
Yeah, I know
it's not working