Plymouth - Strand of Oaks

Sometimes I move like shadows, sometimes I move like wind

But most days I start where I begin

Naked in the great lakes, underneath the shine of Mars

I begged my friend to just let me drift off

Shower your loves in kisses, shower the world with tears

Take advantage of those who got you here

Let me roll, let me go

Let me roll, let me go

I’m bound to lose control

I stopped listening to music, I kept writing the same songs

Comfort doesn’t mean your better off

I met you when your hair was short and my ego had barely formed

It took a jug of wine just to ask you home

We took black and white pictures, with your hooded sweatshirt on

We were beautiful, broken, and young

Let me roll, let me go

Let me roll, let me go

I’m bound to lose control