Santa Cruz (Way Out)

Some last October We were stumbling to the sound of the 4am waves Our flashlights broken That cool black water Sent a shiver down your spine but the warm salty breeze made my chest feel open Way out Way out If my thoughts could swim, I'd be miles away Your slide film photos are still taped up on my wall but the blacks and the blues have all started fading You told me the last time I was scattered in the wind That the only thing static in air is that it's always changing Way out Way out If my thoughts could swim, I'd be miles away Did you see me in the morning? Did you catch me in the night? Push your fingers past my tonsils and with my larynx vocalize Each and everything you think that I should say There are gaps inside your diction Space between the words Between everything you're saying And what you wanted heard Each and everything you think that I should say Your anger's done It's all used up (Each and everything you think that I should say) Your anger's done It's all used up (Each and everything you think that I should say)