The Dear Hunter Black Sandy Beaches

[00:00.68] Messages from broken bottles fall on black sandy beaches

[00:12.71] Ink in vein across the page now run from morning dew

[00:24.42] Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes which strain to read

[00:30.45] Hearts which pound from love long overdue

[00:36.44] Lips which press together, stifle, rhythmic, heavy breaths

[00:47.18] Oh how she smiles from vicarious love from the one he writes about

[00:59.92] She must have been so glad for him to throw it out

[01:11.42] Further steps lead to yet another broken bottle

[01:18.43] Again the words contain have bled the page

[01:23.93] Whose tears were these which ran the ink?

[01:29.68] From whom they bore to make this streak?

[01:35.69] Where they his by chance from telling her?

[01:39.19] Or hers by chance from reading it?

[01:42.44] They could have been collective

[01:45.46] They could have been from someone else

[01:49.18] Why don't we see what's at the bottom?

[01:53.94] Why don't we see what comes next?

[01:59.18] Oh how she cries from vicarious pain from the one he writes about

[02:12.18] She must have been so sad for him to throw her out

[02:23.18] Let's just say, she, she is better

[02:30.68] Better off somehow

[02:35.19] Let's just say, she, she has never been happier than she is now

[02:46.92] We couldn't fake it, so why even try?

[02:53.20] Let's just say, she is better, better off somehow

[03:05.18] Let's just say, she has never been happier then she is now

[03:16.93] Let's just say, she is better, better off somehow

[03:28.94] Let's just say, she has never been happier

[03:38.45] Happier than she is now