Nov 2012
The sky turns a bluish gray
My soul just up and ran away
The ocean is near
The roar you can hear
A salt in the air
A frizz to your hair
Run away with me
Let’s hide from society
My soul just up and ran away
The ocean is near
The roar you can hear
A salt in the air
A frizz to your hair
Run away with me
Let’s hide from society
