Eurphoria
Abigail Stewart
Toes in the sand
Yo where is my man
Whats a place to be
Without my honey bee
Euphoria so grand
Ill write down future plans
An odes'
Of no ones company
Maybe ill dance away your tomorrow
Those moods you hate swinging are always sorrow
Burrow underground for the bags
Pack our shit and head for what we used to have
Maybe well find decent land
To roam out hearts while the sky's demand
You told me there was no such thing as home
Only set your dreams on the winding road
