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Let the flood gates open, let the water grow. I may never realize which way the river flows. As the San Francisco skyline collapses into flames, I'll douse the synopsis, with recycled rain.

Searching with urchin, for that fish in the sea. I'd flood every boulevard to bring the sea to me. Soggy bell bottoms are just the price to pay, to see you, to kiss you underneath the wave.

(CHORUS)From the bottom of the bay. To the Golden Gate. Down to Big Sur. All in search of her.

Cross town, hand me downs stuck your slender frame, a year old cigarette, breathing coffee shop quips. Sparks ignite at the sight of an older flame and the one hanging from your lips. Lets waste no time in this waist deep water, your hand in mine I wont let you go. Let you go.

There's no sea without land or sky, there's no we with you you and I, we fall asleep on seperate sides of coral reefs we don't recognize.