Almost
Underwater,
all ghosts,
in slow-mo,
I must go,
or would you rather
go below?
Should have been stars,
we should have been high by now,
but oceans of love cannot wash away the damage done.
Now we're counting scars,
counting the days that pass in slow-mo.
Run for cover,
almost caught,
almost caught.
Should have been stars,
we should have been high by now,
but oceans of love cannot wash
away the damage done.
Now we're counting scars,
counting the days that pass in slow-mo.
We should have been stars,
we should have been high by now,
but oceans of love cannot wash away the damage done.
Now we're counting scars,
counting the days that pass in slow-mo.
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