Comfort Sands
Preset plan that as hot as the sun
Play your cards right and you're done
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to lose
You got everything here
That you pick or you choose
In the way of the river raft crowd
Playing music super loud
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to fear
You got everything here
As you want to appear
Take the trash and put it aside
Collected after it's burned alive
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to lose
You got everything here
That you pick or you choose
Comfort sands a little passé
Hold your thoughts, your sides and sway
Comfort sands a little passé
Climb abound, drink some Cabernet
Watching late shows on the next day
It's a riot in array
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to lose
You got everything here
That you pick or you choose
And it got so cold in Norway
It doesn't matter anyway
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to fear
You got everything here
That you want to appear
Falling in line with the grand fête
What a rouse what a splendid gait
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to lose
You got everything here
That you pick or you choose
Comfort sands a little passé
Hold your thoughts, your sides and sway
Comfort sands a little passé
Climb abound, drink some Cabernet
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to lose
You got everything here
That you pick or you choose
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to lose
You got everything here
That you pick or you choose
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to lose
You got everything here
That you pick or you choose
Choose
Choose
Play your cards right and you're done
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to lose
You got everything here
That you pick or you choose
In the way of the river raft crowd
Playing music super loud
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to fear
You got everything here
As you want to appear
Take the trash and put it aside
Collected after it's burned alive
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to lose
You got everything here
That you pick or you choose
Comfort sands a little passé
Hold your thoughts, your sides and sway
Comfort sands a little passé
Climb abound, drink some Cabernet
Watching late shows on the next day
It's a riot in array
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to lose
You got everything here
That you pick or you choose
And it got so cold in Norway
It doesn't matter anyway
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to fear
You got everything here
That you want to appear
Falling in line with the grand fête
What a rouse what a splendid gait
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to lose
You got everything here
That you pick or you choose
Comfort sands a little passé
Hold your thoughts, your sides and sway
Comfort sands a little passé
Climb abound, drink some Cabernet
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to lose
You got everything here
That you pick or you choose
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to lose
You got everything here
That you pick or you choose
You got nothing to see
You got nothing to lose
You got everything here
That you pick or you choose
Choose
Choose
Credits
Writer(s): Roger Christian Alexander Houdaille
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