Sophie

Go on then be free, Your skin is well fused, who am I to believe, or demand what to say, the only song I knew, blown down this highway, is a tune bittersweet, down in my shoes, floats high on the breeze, who are you to state, the only pain is curfew, when you're in my face, you smell of the sea, don’t need an excuse, against some rock of eternity, you tie up your laces, better than your dues, no one makes your day, you never have a clue.