Kinsey Anne:
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
Kinsey Anne:
Let's get drunk; you can drive us to the harbor
Kinsey Anne:
It was the very last time, then we said goodbye to the beach.
Kinsey Anne:
Choking on salt water, I'm not giving in
Kinsey Anne:
And standing in the waves I screamed, "I'll miss you."
Kinsey Anne:
But the wind went and pulled me into your hurricane
Kinsey Anne:
And as the waves carry me out, keep listening
Kinsey Anne:
Let your waves crash down on me and take me away
Kinsey Anne:
Sunset surf
Kinsey Anne:
We will never leave this place behind
Kinsey Anne:
If seconds heal the wounds, I'll put these tips on you