If I was 17, would you think of me meanly?
Would you, would you be happier?
Ice flows in completely
On the coast, we are ghosts
Living in our heads
Waiting for the notice
That we are dead, dead
Would you, would you be my love?
Would you, would you be my love?
Would you, would you be my love?
Would you, would you be my love?
On the coast, we are ghosts
Living in our heads
Waiting for the notice
That we are dead, dead
Would you, would you be my love?
Would you, would you be my love?
Would you, would you be my love?
Would you, would you be my love?
Would you, would you be my love?
Would you, would you be my love?
Would you, would you be my love?
Would you, would you be my love?
