on the Beach - Joy Wellboy

Parts of me are dying

when you are bad

There will be nothing left inside

but what you said

Loving you is tiring

when you play dead

We can’t be fullspeed all day long

It would be mad

But on the other hand

On the beach with sand

Maybe it’s odd and perhaps it is dumb

but you sort of stole my soul

But on the other hand

On the beach with sand

Maybe it’s odd and perhaps it is dumb

but you sort of stole my soul

You sort of stole my soul

You sort of stole my soul…

Your energy is sucking me

I stay in bed

I could have cut your hair instead

But now you’re mad

You like the songs that I sing about

being sad

And if a ten ton bus kills the both of us

we would be dead

But on the other hand

On the beach with sand

Maybe it’s odd and perhaps it is dumb

but you sort of stole my soul

But on the other hand

On the beach with sand

Maybe it’s odd and perhaps it is dumb

but you sort of stole my soul

Maybe it’s odd and perhaps it is dumb…

but you sort of stole my soul

You sort of stole my soul

You sort of stole my soul…