Gisma

Of all the million ways

I could tell you I love you

I never seem to find the time

To tell you just one

Playing with our boy

You're wrestling, I'm watching

Feel like an audience

Like I'm all grown up

Staring

Out at the ocean

I leave you little things

To show you I'm brave, ah

A raggy little melody

To steal your heart

But then it's back to work

As if it all meant nothing

As if you were another thing

I had to get done

Staring

Out at the ocean

Dead when it's

Out of the question