Ennie

Soldier on a table telling them to lay it off Burning shoulders off the older persons falling off A tall drink of water drenched in topics They all shared from cool to bland Keep a message in a bottle never letting up his hand Stop what he was having such a temporary con Keep on sulking up the alleyway a sympathetic dog (Ye) Language is impending what he has the guts to call Himself as a victim of the address on the phone The address on the phone, yeah the address on the phone The address on the phone, yeah the address on the phone Too Loose to call you a diet Fell into you in a moment of kindness And the cool hands you brush on the carpet When you wish it was quiet Stick the landing sweetly with a sideways little glance Keeping em kissing in the alley never letting up his hand From her picture in her pocket he found himself all wrote Off the evening from her diary, it must have been a joke He was just imagining this beating no one's done him wrong Just a sticky note he keeps receiving hanging on the phone Hanging on the phone, yeah he' hanging on the phone Yeah he's hanging on the phone, Yeah he's hanging on the phone So cruel to write to an island With a foolish kiss caught out of silence Oh we just pull these ships into this silence Oh this glorious silence