Who builds her own frames
And I’m not a very good fighter
And I don’t wanna fight anymore
With lots of Monterey, men across the bay
I feel comfort in the sounds when you say
We live in the eye of the storm?
I know you’re still my same girl
Am I? No neither are you
Like a star guiding to the light of the day
Who builds her own frames
'Cause some things never change
Right back to my same girl
Mmm mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmm
How can you be so calm when the truth is that sometimes
But not with my same girl
"It will be ok"
For the pictures that she paints
With lots of Monterey, men across the bay
With everything going on around us
Right back to my same girl
For the pictures she paints
You’re usually righter than I am
The doldrums could follow me
So let’s be through with this one
