A light on a platform
Perfume of a secret
The sound of scissors
And a girl with a faint smileMoaning like a brick wall
As she merges on the highway
Could she be a doctor
Or a light on a platformEveryday I start new
In the mask of the afternoon
My history forgotten
In the bottom of the ocean
In the light of the platform moonI grew up by the highway
She grew up by the sea
She hears her name in the sound of the waves
But the ships hold a message for meI was born by the highway
She's got sand in her hair
The lonely sounds of the traffic in the night
Will never reach her thereWoke up on a black beach
With a face I didn't recognize
My history forgotten
In the bottom of the oceanEveryday I start new
Broken mast and abandoned crew
Her mystery is rotting
In the bottom of the ocean
In the light of the platform moonI grew up by the highway
She grew up by the sea
She hears her name in the sound of the waves
But the ships hold a message for meI was born by the highway
She's got sand in her hair
The lonely sounds of the traffic in the night
Will never reach her thereI grew up by the highway
She grew up by the sea
She hears her name in the sound of the waves
But the ships hold a message for meI was born by the highway
She's got sand in her hair
The lonely sounds of the traffic in the night
Will never reach her there
Will never reach her there
Will never reach her there
Songwriters
ZACHARY ALEX COLWELLPublished by
Lyrics © NETTWERK MUSIC GROUP