Counting deer

Have my back
Have your way with me
I feel warm, all balled up in your hands of clay
I think we will be so happy
You taste like grape soda on the beach
Half my life ago
The cabana off Veranda Beach
Where the bird erodes
Born like a spore, like a stick bug on a corn
I'm engine red
I'm in control, very balled up
Till I'm all consoled
I think we will be so happy
(We're there, broken salty air, we're
In the tide, let's sink our chairs)
(You've got ketchup in your hair)
You taste like grape soda on the beach
(We're there, broken salty air, we're
In the tide, let's sink our chairs)
(You've got ketchup in your hair)
Lay me to sleep
My old soul is dark and weak
And if I die before I wake
Deliver me whole to the strays on the bay
We're there, broken salty air, we're
In the tide, let's sink our chairs
(Four hair, five heads, and evening)
(You've got ketchup in your hair)
We're there, broken salty air, we're
In the tide, let's sink our chairs
(Your white hair, crickets, and waves, bugs, we sleep)
(You've got diamonds in your hair)