Sink, Florida, Sink

by Aerosmith

Not one more word tonight
Between here and there
We'll put a distance the size of the ocean
So now his heart can beat a skipping rhythm
As the cadence carries me
I almost drift away
Far enough to forget
But when it comes you cannot hesitate
And when found I will write
On account and seal it in an envelope
Addressed to your last known residence
Whoa,
whoa oh oh oh oh
And we sink and we drown
And what is lost can never be found
Well these arms did swim,
Until the lungs pulled in
Panic was lost in her deep understanding
That you will see what is wrong with everything
What is wrong with you and me
They make all the right reasons to fuck it up
You're gonna fuck it up
Whoa,
whoa oh oh oh oh
(That sounded pretty good to me)
(I thought it was pretty good)