Tekster: Owl City. Of June. Captains And Cruiseships.

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I am stuck in L.A.

Through the week and cant get away

And you're alone on the pier

In West Palm Beach on your holiday

Stormy night, reawake

the stomach ache that ive acquired

from feeling down, things look grim

and im so sick of being tired

apartment lights go dark

and its depressing but what can i do?

the midnight streets feel dead

when i am so used to driving with you

brighter lights fill the night and

bluer skys reflect in your eyes

As I inspect and analyze

All of these dreams I dont recognize

if you're still up when the ships

in the port prepare to set sail

comb the beach and put those blue flowers up in your ponytail

inside my head you're voice is still resounding but what can i do?

Empty rooms feel cold when I am so used to being with you

Count the stars, watch the waves absorb the summer sun

adn think of me

when you explore hidden coves and tiny island chains throughout the sea

Can you still, hear my voice, when Im outside from over the phone

For what its worth, darling dear, I wish you were here Cause I feel alone

when you were home we'd sing but since you've left I dont hear anything

Though I feel so sad, I cant believe things are really that bad

Old captains and brand new cruise ships

Sailing over the briney sea

Wwhen I crashed my beloved desk job

And swim through the depris

Ill cut loose leave this mad house all for the atlantic blue

Ill stroll down your treelined driveway, and sail the ocean with you