i dream of wastin away like those good old sweet summer sundays when we still were fragile and young with our hearts full of dreams and our heads filled with sun swingin our arms in the night time blues sinking our fingers in the sea held cool find me fallin with my eyes wide open drifting in your absence not afraid of choking and i and i and i and you and you and you i do i do adieu trace me back to you find my eyes tied between my shoes looking for those old steps that lead me back to you to you to you breathing softly down the nape of my neck burning me slowly while i wait for you to set my face painted white like my ancestor s kite pendulums swinging from the morning through the night and i and i and i and you and you and you i do i do adieu trace me back to you if your hand is true drown me in the river if your hand is true drown me in the river if your hand is true drown me in the river if your hand is true drown me in the river 1