Five Twenty Seven

Oh
Good times
I find that I'm missing you again
Miss, the salt, and the sea
And the nights without sleep
Where am I?
I don't care if maps and ounces guide me there
I miss you
I miss you
Oh
Good times
If I call will you rub my knuckles raw
Baptise me
In the ghost let me feel let me see
And I'm sick in my body
I'm sick in my mind
It's fine
Just a change of time
Amd what we've told to every girl
I find
That I'm dreaming
Of another world
O-o-o-oh
I miss you
I miss you