you re an island of a girl adrift in a world with the rising tide you know that the coming storm is going to be a crazy ride with your alters made of trash the aftermath of disposable dreams you know that you were born for more than what machines provide i would write you a song that sounds like a faded photograph of your favorite night just a little something to remember me by you could sing along if you like it enough play it on your phonograph it sounds kind of rough just a little something to remember me by you re an ocean of a girl surrounding a world with a blackening tide you know that the coming storm is going to be a crazy ride with your alters made of bones the aftermath of disposable wings you know you were born for more than what machines provide machines provide i would write you a song that sounds like a faded photograph of your favorite night just a little something to remember me by you could sing along if you like it enough play it on your phonograph sounds kind of rough just a little something to remember me by you could sing along if you like it enough just a little something to remember me by