sending out a mayday,we’re going down.
the thing we could've done
would've turned it round
everything we had, scattered everywhere.
searching through the wreckage of a love affair.
you got something to say?
say it to me,
not everyone else.
you say that i’m to blame,
my words are in vain
don't go fooling yourself.
there’s a little black box, yeah,
somewhere in the ocean,
holding all the truth about us.
it’s a little black box,
a record of emotion,
everything that ever was.
- stan walker
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