footsteps through the hollow sound
like the wind blew through the south cold
we all drifted out from these shores
finding photographs and loveletters in bottles battered
shallow saltwater singing sore
friends they were shopping next door
spending money on things that they couldn't afford
tide pulls too deep for me to hold
won't give my love for free
won't give my love for free
trying to send my bitter rhyme
but outside from your jokes i'm left to die cold
it is a long drive in my thoughts
show me that you dried in the sand
your favorite book with no pages
i'm fumbling with two sets of keys
words crawl under my skin
like the wind from the north of your hair
last fall we buried dead plans
last fall we buried dead plans
won't give my love for free
won't give my love for free
oh my god is falling in pieces
oh my god this is falling apart
oh my god is being turned over
won't give my love for free
won't give my love for free