REMINGTON

And the ocean was all in my fingertips But I held you on my back And the foam of the sea was an awful white But beyond it painted black Waitin' on the sun, I'm waitin' on the sun I'm waitin' on the sun tonight I awoke from the sleep of a hundred days To the fire station bells And the smell of the smoke brought me back in time When my father killed the cold Hey, Mr. Remington, promise us everything Please, Mr. Remington, now Hey, Mr. Remington, promise us everything Please, Mr. Remington, now