Meet me in the barrel of a wave, where I might find you in the moment it breaks, to crash your heart upon my rocks, laid out under moonlight blue.
Do you remember that night of me telling you about the guy who died? Well, I was too ashamed to tell people what really happened. Obviously, my closest friends and family knew what he did to me, as it wasn't nice at all. In fact, it was quite evil, but everything happens for a reason, and ...