6. • Than alone with you down here I hope they
find me washed up on shore cause if I’m
coughing up my lungs the hope of ever finding
you is gone you’re all alone as I cross the line
in the sand that you’ve drawn and when the
wind picks up again it will be gone we’re
always drifting away to the bottom of this
ocean that you’ve left me in you’ll call it
treason I’ll call you gay because you’re gay