Текст It Looks Sad. – Ocean

There’s no thoughts on my mind
9 P.M. Eastern Standard Time
Watch the curtains, hear the wind moan
Keep on looking at the telephone

It’s time to get home
I’ve been looking for your hand to hold
You know everything I know
You know everything I know
We both are Florida born
I don’t know if it’s just chemicals
But the water never left my soul
I still hear it when I’m all alone
I’m alone

I am your moon, you are my sun
I am your ocean crashed down with love

Don’t know if it’s chemicals
But your voice it doesn’t leave my bones
Highly incompatible, I know that for sure
I’m just looking for your hands to hold
Cause this room it’s grown too cold

This room’s too cold when I’m alone
I miss our home, it’s too quiet in my skull
When I’m alone it’s too quiet in my skull
Cause I am your ocean
I am your ocean
I am your ocean
I am your ocean
I am your ocean