Lyrics Ocean of - Fred Thomas

Ocean of

I was a city of sad eyes, I was an ocean of archives
I was sick of the sunshine, summer of 2005
When I was lost to missed and I was fucked to be kissed
Fingertips sprouted from my wrist, forever pushing the distance
Between the question and asking
Between the headache and Aspirin
Blood was faltering fast, mixing the sugar with saccharine
I was a clamouring clasping, I was a lull everlasting
I was a halloween mask, a hurricane smashing glass and
And somewhere the sweethearts thrive
With perfect prose and lasting lines
And I see them every night
From my window down below
And I reach with all my hands
For the friends I was supposed to have
They tell me we all collapse
I know, I know, I know