White Arrows - Fireworks of the Sea текст песни

Sand beneath your tongue
Hold your body warm.

Grip your pillow tight,
keeps you warm at night.

Papa don't say my woes,
Now I'm a whore
papa don't sell my soul
Now I'm a whore

Grass between your toes,
gusty winds that blow
Jellyfish in the sea,
like fireworks from beneath


Papa don't say my woes,
now I'm a whore.
Papa don't sell my soul,
now I'm a whore.

Papa don't say my woes,
now I'm a whore.
Papa don't sell my soul,
now I'm a whore.

Thanks to Julie Evelyn for correcting these lyrics