elestrenodeayer

You and I are like oil and water
.....And we've been trying, trying, trying
..........Ohhhh, to mix it up.

We've been dancing on a volcano
.....And we've been crying, crying, crying
Over blackened souls.

.....Babe, this wouldn't be the first time,
.......it will not be the last time.
There is no parasol that would shelter this weather.

I been smiling with anchors on my shoulders
......But I've been dying, dying, dying
Ohh, Ohh, Oh to let them go.