the air And hear a voice saying Come back Come back I need you now Come back Come back I need you now It's time to lie Down on the shore Where you once
Cast into desolation Uniform destruction of the pure On wasted soil never to vegetate On this lifeless planet of ash Manipulation of their world These
Hell God has fell Sound the knell Where time and space collide Mortals sit and watch the tide Of Angels crashing up against the sacred shore Without
want the time to work this world out right You know it's hard, so won't you Cry on my shoulder We lie between the shores of hope Digging ditches, hidden rises and unknown Pure
Every time I see the ocean I get choked up with emotion, it's true. When I'm riding on my board catching waves into the shore with you. I got a monster
at cetera I have nothing but pure intentions Everything we'll be will be natural Natural Natural I'd like to hold your waist as we chase The wind down the shores
act like Anita Terror Squad'll die for the cause Even if it means blowing up things and taking over City Hall My shit is raw straight from the Panama shores
cold as ice My love for her will never die ...never die!!! Setting sails for the shores beyond On a mission to seek my kingdom On a shore so pure and
Within childlike renderings Of a nightmarish recall "All my images Fragments I've shored upon my ruins Pictor classicus sum I am pure" Step solemn with
skin And the lamplight on your cheek bone Drawing me further in No sentence I can speak for the wonder so unique Breaking like a wave upon the shore
compare with this In our state of natural bliss A moment in time A love so sublime The sea that crashes to the shore What we have is, oh, so pure A woman
't fall asleep to your mystery Slowly blowing from the shore I have not failed to be what you'd expect of me Swallowing glass just to stay pure All the
word i wrote it's gone a sentence in a dusty book on a spartan shelf the guards hold up her falling roof with everything they know it's gone/gone/gone upon the shores
, I'm going crazy What else am I supposed to do I'm just a girl in a car, leaving Sunday morning hit the shore Gulf of Mexico never seemed so pure Sit
your mother I'll be your lover I'll be yours I'll be your liquor, bathing your soul Juice that's pure And I'll be your anchor, you'll never leave Shores
wave that's bumped on the shore I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle Specially when you do the Continental But this feeling isn't purely
I'm the one that brings you war Infiltrate unguarded shores Master of afflicting pain Point is where all die I'm the one to taste your blood Trashing