On the Beach Songtext
von Joy Wellboy

Parts of me are dying
When you are bad
There will be nothing left inside
But what you said
Loving you is tiring
When you play dead
We can′t be full speed all day long
It would be mad


But on the other hand
On the beach with sand
Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb, but you sort of stole my soul
But on the other hand
On the beach with sand
Maybe it′s odd and perhaps it is dumb, but you sort of stole my soul
You sort of stole my soul
You sort of stole my soul
You sort of stole my soul
You sort of stole my soul
You sort of stole my soul
You sort of stole my soul

You're energy is sucking me
I stay in bed
I could have cut your hair instead
But now you're mad
You like the songs that I sing about
Being sad
And if a ten ton bus kills the both of us
We would be dead


But on the other hand
On the beach with sand
Maybe it′s odd and perhaps it is dumb, but you sort of stole my soul
But on the other hand
On the beach with sand
Maybe it′s odd and perhaps it is dumb, but you sort of stole my soul
Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb
Maybe it′s odd and perhaps it is dumb
Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb, but you sort of stole my soul
You sort of stole my soul
You sort of stole my soul
You sort of stole my soul
You sort of stole my soul
You sort of stole my soul
You sort of stole my soul
You sort of stole my soul
You sort of stole my soul
You sort of stole my soul