Package song

In those uncharted waters, let me float on my back. Until the boy on the poster will agree to let go of his snack.   With your slim index finger, pointing out every brown spot. I'll go deep in the cinders, souvenirs from the fire we caught.   I'll sit on the edges, glancing through the pages of a noble pursuit i created based on clues i've packed it all for you.   In your soft colored sweater, dressing up every rag doll. I'll go under the weather, from above i just can't see at all.   'll sit on the edges, glancing through the pages of a noble pursuit i created based on clues i've packed it all for you.