Lyrics 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