Summer Surf — Trick Shots

Summer Surf

An empty bench A lot of us around Can’t take a seat Want to make more friends somehow

It’s hard to look in the eyes, every word is a lie It’s easy when you’re smiling but it’s so hard to find

The one The search begun

From time to time there’s place for upright things And we repeat it when someone’s not pleased But still afraid to spot the manner of ones sight They’re so nice, tongue becomes tight

Passion’s hard Blowing up our minds Patience’s weak Burning off inside

Temper’s getting hot, the animal awakes Picture’s dying in saturately red shade

You’ve drown Lost, not found

It’s burning up inside It’s blowing off our minds

Words are still ringing out; you hear they slip away Our talks are already not the same