Hawaii from Broken Land by Kotorino

I used to have plans
and places to be
I used to pick fights
with whoever I'd meet

lived my life
like a men's magazine
made people run
and dance how I pleased

all I was
got washed out to sea
when your eye
washed over me

now I don't make plans
or have places to be
don't pick no fights
just stare at the beach

on dry land
I crawl to my feet
take my hand
Hawaii

I write on my hand
the things I'm to do
get coffee and milk
and flowers for you

the seabirds they cry
and I'll feel the same way
you shade your eye
and look and look at the waves

pull the blanket of your flowers over
pull the blanket of your flowers over
pull the blanket of your flowers over
pull the blanket of your ocean over my shoulder

on dry land
I crawl to my feet
take my hand
Hawaii

• Alternative
• cabaret
• chamber pop
• gypsy
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