Marina


Hello, have you forgotten

how awfully rotten

you're supposed to be?


Hey, I found a reason

Your touch is treason

Please keep touching me


And I've crossed every line

I have lost all that is mine

But your legs they are so fine


And I know that I don't need you

But I believe you

When you say it's alright


And I know that I should leave you

But when I see you

I lose my sight


And I've got nowhere left to run

I feel the heat of blaring sun

Like the barrel of a gun


I cannot deny you

or crufify you

I love to call you mine


And I've got no ideas

cept Hey Marina

You're so fine


I am your little bird

Hanging off your every word

Tell me what I've earned

  Genre: Folk