This has nothing to do you, I know where I'm going Sunday Windmill I'll move when the wind moves me I'll a roadway from the shells from my shells
I'm shellfish and not ready for you you're not ready for me I'm not ready for me ever that way maybe the treasure Will be full of and we'll share our lives one day
has nothing to do with you I'll walk blind if I want to Maybe I'll a trip where all I see is blue and white Make a boat of paper and wax just to get there
I won't want to return, lots of clues but not the chest Not the X still looking for the X, this has a lot to do you Here's the note I never wrote, has paid its price But believe all of this has made me sick as
I'm shellfish, I'm in the ocean I hear you I don't know what I know anymore, I'm not ready for me ever feel way? Triangle that consumed us all those ships at sea
What price to be opened? I'm drowning I'm I'm living, I'm frowning, I'm smiling I'm laughing I'm trying shouting, I'm screaming, I'm
I'm dreaming, my nightmares are leaving, dark And I'm tired the is receding I'm guilty for happy The cloud will not me I'm falling again I can't let water in
I can't build a boat to return, I guess I got what I for And I'll cry when I'm glad because not what I'm used to Well my blue and white not that different than when I started I know I'm still young, we'll make pirate hats and rule the sea
I'm shellfish, jellyfish point of I'm in the ocean I can't hear you, found the X Don't ever worry be happy and we'll dream of a day much like