The Classic Crime - The Beginning текст песни

I left my heart in a plastic box
On the bedside table
It will be locked 'til I get home
I've grown feeble and tired of the world,
Tired of constantly missing my girl
And I long to smell the sea
And I long to smell the sea

The sea, the sea
The sea, The sea,
The sea, yeah!

I miss the Pacific Ocean
And the northwestern air,
And to run each of my fingers
Through the strands of her hair
I've been all over this country lately,
But I've been nowhere it seems, nowhere
Well, I've found the cure
For my landlocked blues

It's coming home to you
It's coming home to you

You, oh
You, oh
You, oh
You, oh!

If a simple seed gets just what it needs,
Then a redwood tree can grow
Up to a hundred feet for the world to see,
And endure the sleet and the snow
But if my whole life was wrapped and priced,
I wonder what the tag would show
'Cause every time I'm close to the holy ghost,
I always seem to let her go

I let her go, I let her go
I let her go, I let her go
I let her go, I let her go
I let her go, I let her go
Go, go

I let her go, I let her go
I let her go, I let her go
Go, go

I left my heart in a plastic box
On the bedside table
It will be locked 'til I get home