Yours Lyrics & Chords By Reclinerland

Burying me deep in the sand, seeing shopping carts rusting on the east river, longing for a quiet death. here is my hand. trace my lifeline with your finger until we collapse in the sand.

We all have a plan. what's yours?
We all have a plan. what's yours?

Write me a screenplay. design me a tattoo. _ skylines and tell them i won't be in today, for i've gone to fall on my face, to hail me some taxis and to scatter rollerbladers all over the place.

We all have a plan. what's yours?
We all have a plan. what's yours?

Yes, i've gone to fall on my face, to eat watermelon on the steps of the dakota, and to lay on our stomachs killin' saturdays. yeah, this is my plan. what's yours? yeah, this is my plan. what's yours? and here is my hand.. where's yours? yeah, you are my plan.. what's yours?