Back to Shore

It got hot in California, it got cold in Bergen County
I shivered my ass off driving through the snow
On the way to see you, at least it seemed that way in my head
Snapped into focus, didn't know where to go

Slept on the floor for an hour or more
Dreaming of ways to get back to shore

I used to turn over my shoulder when I was sitting in mass
And Christ would turn his cheek
Yours flushed with color as it rained inside the garden
Hit my head on the pavement, found you standing over me

And I slept on the floor for an hour or more
Dreaming of ways to get back to shore

Well don't it seem a little early to be sentimental now?

Because it got cold in Bergen County when you fled to Hunterdon
Lonely, driving through the snow
Thinking that I need you (it always seems that way in my head)
I arrived but you told me to just go



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Writer(s): Conor Moran, Conor Christopher
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