Uh Olive
Run away, they won't find us
Right away on a good broken up boat
Laugh again, that sound makes me
Turn off all other things...
Olive Green boots by the back door make me feel safe
Rings of ink around her wrist, next to a scar from an oven tray
Uh, uh, teaching me the names of flowers
Lie with me on this beach of tiny stones
Con with our eyes closed
I turn off all of the things
Rings of ink around her wrist, next to a scar from an oven tray
Time for the soul... at me
Glare at me!
Uh, uh, uh
Olive Green boots by the back door make me feel safe
Rings of ink around her wrist, next to a scar from an oven tray
Time for the soul you lay with me, lay with me
Run away, they won't find us