This has to do with you, I know where I'm going Sunday Windmill fish I'll move when the wind me I'll make a from the shells from my shells
I'm shellfish and not ready for you because you're not for me I'm not ready for me ever that way maybe the treasure Will be full of people and share our lives one day
has nothing to do with you I'll walk blind if I want to Maybe I'll take a trip all I see is blue and white a boat of paper and wax just enough 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 I never wrote, pre-occupation has paid its price But all of this has made me sick as well
I'm shellfish, I'm in the I can't hear you I don't what I know anymore, I'm not ready for me ever feel that way? Triangle that consumed us like all ships at sea
price to be opened? I'm drowning I'm breathing 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 are leaving, It's dark And I'm tired the pain is I'm guilty for happy The cloud will not catch me I'm falling I can't let water in
I build a boat to return, I guess I got what I asked for And I'll cry when I'm glad it's not what I'm used to Well here's my blue and white not that different when I started I don't know I'm still young, we'll pirate hats and rule the sea
I'm shellfish, jellyfish point of view I'm in the I hear you, you've found the X Don't ever worry be happy and we'll dream of a day like today