Текст песни Oppenheimer - Loney Dear

Millions of suns over
Bikini islands
A thin man, a trick
His relief a disaster
A rose, a pearl
Were all to be ruined
And then the sun rose
Billions of tons over Robert's islands
A fashion to come
Over voices that break
A glitch, a curse
The shake of the earth
And then the sun rose
High is the tide
That wash out the memories
Low lie the stars
Now is the time
To wash off your burdens
From now there's no right from wrong
Trickle of tears running down to the ocean
The sea level rose
At the flick of the fingers
The rumors had
The beaches were floating
And then the sun rose
High is the tide
That wash out the memories
Low lie the stars
Now is the time
To wash off your burdens
From now there's no right from wrong