Yuna

She dances on Hawaii, that's what she'd like to do, can we give it one more try, a love that's blown, by trade winds back to you, makes it the last throw, worms of the cemetery cry, quarantine as their due, every night the same fight, and you my lover throw, lies at every truth, that reach inside my bones, you could never say Hi, or walk suburban avenues, your tome's beyond the sky, a shipwreck looks for signs, don't sit and sing the Blues, or ask a pirate why, the perfume that you choose.