Sand between my toes, I am dying
The heat don't feel too good no more
And I miss when we were flying
But that ship sailed now we are moored
Davey Jones made his own plans to cast away
And bring vacation ends
But even when I'm wrong
I can't seem to admit it
And you're too sweet to let me know
So now we're stuck in limbo
With the tides low and we're too slow
To get back
To our feet
And I miss when we were flying
But that ship sailed, now we're no more
We're no more
We're no more
We're no more
Said we're no more