i can almost see the coast from these trees
 she moans, she moans, from her drink
 i can almost see the coast from these trees
 amber is just a color that you see

(it's) cold and wonderfull 
(it's) soft and alive
 tender was a lover who walked inside

i can almost see the coast from these trees
 amber is just a candle behind your beer
 i can almost see the coast from these trees
 tender was his lover who would studder and say

(  it's) cold and wonderfull 
(it's) soft and alive
 only fever dreams have holes tonight

and oh, don't be scared
 what are we doing right here?

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Music and words by Tin Trails



what are we doing right here ?

Tin Trails