Drive home...in a backwards motion. We all cripple in doubt. Drinking up the ocean. Smile open wide. We’re all flowers grow up tall wilt and die. Like you said, like you said...passing ships in the night. Why now? Playing with a notion. We all wind down. Straight into the ocean. Smile open wide. We’re all flowers grow up tall wilt and die.Like you said, like you said...passing ships in the night.