Sunset Surf
Can you feel the void, standing at the edge of your world?
Won't be your toy today, but I'll be your fun tonight, for sure
You say you want to play, see just how far we can go
Build the tension up, let it fill the room
Just feel it building and building...
I feel it dripping down - keep my head up, can't drown
We pushed it too close to the edge - this time, we might lose our heads
I hear that hitch in your voice - do you still trust in this choice?
Because I feel that we've gone a bit too far - like we're too deep to stand atop the bars
Just feel it building and building...
Can you see the shore, when we're this far from home?
It takes this much to get you in the mood, we might be ruined, stuck outside the door
Can't get us going without a fight, feels like the passion's dead, without the spite
Guess it's time to find a different spark, something else to turn us on, something else to beat our hearts
Feels like we're damaged goods - right?
Doesn't lead to anything else at night - can't give up on our lives, we only stop the yelling to cry
So we're gonna find our way back to shore, gonna try and re-open the door
Seeking help to get through this mess - fuck knows how, but we really need the rest
But we got nothing to have, and we got nothing to give
We only have animosity and that's no way to live
We hear there's promise, two feet in the door
We're not so far from home if we can see the shore
Think this might really work
We're exhausted but we've reached that sunset surf
Won't be your toy today, but I'll be your fun tonight, for sure
You say you want to play, see just how far we can go
Build the tension up, let it fill the room
Just feel it building and building...
I feel it dripping down - keep my head up, can't drown
We pushed it too close to the edge - this time, we might lose our heads
I hear that hitch in your voice - do you still trust in this choice?
Because I feel that we've gone a bit too far - like we're too deep to stand atop the bars
Just feel it building and building...
Can you see the shore, when we're this far from home?
It takes this much to get you in the mood, we might be ruined, stuck outside the door
Can't get us going without a fight, feels like the passion's dead, without the spite
Guess it's time to find a different spark, something else to turn us on, something else to beat our hearts
Feels like we're damaged goods - right?
Doesn't lead to anything else at night - can't give up on our lives, we only stop the yelling to cry
So we're gonna find our way back to shore, gonna try and re-open the door
Seeking help to get through this mess - fuck knows how, but we really need the rest
But we got nothing to have, and we got nothing to give
We only have animosity and that's no way to live
We hear there's promise, two feet in the door
We're not so far from home if we can see the shore
Think this might really work
We're exhausted but we've reached that sunset surf
Credits
Writer(s): Braeden Chappell
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