i m hoping my friends come and see me we re floating bottles on top of the sea under the weather our noses full i don t expect to see them again yeah oh yeah again oh yeah ahhhhhh we re rolling our eyes and sinking cannot undo our soft thinking under the cushions our fingers meet and through the floor into the neighbor s pad oh yeah again oh yeah ahhhhhh we re taking a drop forward thinking leaving behind all the evil things under new love our hearts ll show and i expect to see them again yeah oh yeah again oh yeah1