Gisma - The Adults

Of all the million ways

I could tell you I love you

I never seem to find them time

To tell you just one

Playing with our boy

You’re wrestling, I’m watching

Feeling like an audience

Like I’m all grown up

Staring out at the ocean

I leave you little things

To show you I’m grateful

I write you little melodies

To steal your heart

But then it’s back to work

As if it all meant nothing

As if you were another thing

I had to get done

Staring out at the ocean