White Arrows
Текст песни Fireworks of the Sea

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