I fed a fish so much that it died. I guess you could call it love.
And I hit a girl and made her cry, so it must be love.
I tugged on her hair like I was the moon and she was the tide, but it wasn’t enough.
'Cause she ran around and kissed all the other boys and called it a game.
She once kissed me in line at lunch time on the cheek, and made it real clear that all I would have to do is ask.
But I cared so much that I couldn’t try, so I just walked away,
Over the ocean, over the sky, and over her heart.
As we got older things started to change, like our smell.
So we became distant, drifted apart, and lost ourselves.
But somehow I got washed up on the same shore as her,
And we spoke like two children into the night.
I fed a fish so much that it died. I guess you could call it love.
And I hit a girl, and made her cry, so it must be love.
I tugged on her hair, like I was the moon, and she was the tide, but it wasn’t enough, ‘Cause she ran around and kissed all the other boys, and called it a game.
Oh, what a cruel game.
So I keep on, keep on, keep on, spinning this wheel, all the time for you.
I keep on, keep on, keep on, spinning this wheel, all the time for you.
She looked so good on that fateful day in her dress.
She leant into me, and I felt the flame burning in my breast,
And I swear that I could feel it too burning in her.
But her words cut like daggers into my soul, her eyes were swords, when she said:
“It’s now too late, we can’t kindle the flame of our love.
You see, I sleep on another lover’s bed.”
I still cared so much that my mouth turned dry, I didn’t know what to say.
So we agreed to stay friends, and went on our separate ways,
Over the ocean, over the ocean, over the ocean.
I fed a fish. I guess you could call it love.
Yeah, I fed a fish, and it died
A female voice that feels out of another century quivers over a folk harp on the 11 tracks that make up this exclusive video album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2016