/it's the smiling on the package
it's the faces in the sand
it's the thought that moves you upwards
embracing me with two hands
right will take you places
yeah maybe to the beach
when your friends say you come crying
tell them now your pleasure's set upon slow release
they wait
they smile
sensitive to fake nods
right on
but hey who's on trial?
you took a lifespan with no cellmate
a long way back saying "Me, why can't we look the other way?" /
