"Surfer" lyrics
Sainthood Reps & Balance And Composure Lyrics
"Surfer"
Next time, I'll catch you next time
I am unwell, I am not feeling right
In the last days of summer
How deep is your water?
Shallow and healing
Is this the end or beginning?
I'll be your surfer
I'll be your surfer
I'll be your
I'll be your surfer
If you wanna be saved
When you're close to the rocks
I'll scoop you up in a flash
It keeps coming in waves
The summer had us hot, hot
And I want it back
Dreamboat fantasy
Just picture me in some shining armour
I wish tomorrow was yesterday
But the tan on my skin starts to fade
When I only just began
I'll be your surfer
I'll be your surfer
I'll be your
I'll be your surfer
Next time, I'll catch you next time
Next time, I'll catch you next time
We were perfect from the start
Now we're perfectly far apart
I don't get enough water, light, or love
I don't do enough fire, friends, or drugs
But hey, if I'm an afterthought
At least you thought of me at all
We were perfect, but now we're not
I don't do enough fire, friends, or drugs
I don't get enough water, light, or love
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