The Good News - Lakes
I reach into my pocketI'm reaching for some change
So I can call a taxi cab
To take us to the place
Won't you go, won't you go
Won't you go with me
Won't you go, won't you go
Won't you go with me
We're kicking up some dirt now
The dirt from off our shoes
The sediments, the recompense
Nothing left to lose
Won't you go, won't you go
Won't you go with me
Won't you go, won't you go
Won't you go with me
Bury our hands in the sand
Ignore the lives we've yet to live
Then we'd watch the sun go down
Feel the water start to rise
Over ankles, over eyes
Then we'd slowly float away
On this summer day
We're sitting in the sand now
Sun streams down our face
Burns away the memories
Those forgotten yesterdays
Bury our hands in the sand
Ignore the lives we've yet to live
Then we'd watch the sun go down
Feel the water start to rise
Over ankles, over eyes
Then we'd slowly float away
On this summer day
Bury our hands in the sand
Ignore the lives we've yet to live
Then we'd watch the sun go down
Feel the water start to rise
Over ankles, over eyes
Then we'd slowly float away
On this summer day
Bury our hands in the sand
Ignore the lives we've yet to live
Then we'd watch the sun go down
Feel the water start to rise
Over ankles, over eyes
Then we'd slowly float away
On this summer day
Written by:
Ryan Gifford
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