Cake The Ocean Ringtones

Oh, no See you walking round like it's a funeral Not so serious, yeah, why those feet cold? We just getting started, don't you tiptoe, tiptoe, ah Waste time with a masterpiece, don't waste time with a masterpiece (ha) You should be rolling with me, you should be rolling with me (ah-ah) It's a life that's meant to be, it's a life that's meant to be (ha) But you're moving so carefully, you're not living dangerously Talk to me, baby I'm going blind from this sweet-sweet craving, whoa-oh Let's lose our minds and go crazy-crazy I-I-I-I, I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean Walk with me, baby I'll be Diddy, you be Naomi, whoa-oh Let's lose our minds and go crazy-crazy I-I-I-I-I, I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean (ha) Oh yeah Now we're licking frosting from our own hands Want another taste, I'm saying, "Oh yeah" I'm tired of all this candy on the dry land (dry land, oh) Waste time with a masterpiece, don't waste time with a masterpiece (ha) You should be rolling with me, you should be rolling with me (ah-ah) It's a life that's meant to be, it's a life that's meant to be (ha) But you're moving so carefully, you're not living dangerously Talk to me, baby I'm going blind from this sweet-sweet craving, whoa-oh Let's lose our minds and go crazy-crazy I-I-I-I-I, I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean (ha) Walk with me, baby (walk with me now) I'll be Diddy, you be Naomi, whoa-oh Let's lose our minds and go crazy-crazy I-I-I-I-I, I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean (ha) Ooh, ah-ha I-I-I-I-I, I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean (hey) Talk to me, girl Talk to me, baby (talk to me, baby) I'm going blind from this sweet-sweet craving, whoa-oh Let's lose our minds and go crazy-crazy I-I-I-I-I, I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean (ha) Walk with me, baby (walk with me now) I'll be Diddy, you be Naomi, whoa-oh Let's lose our minds and go crazy-crazy (that's right) I-I-I-I-I, I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean Red velvet, vanilla, chocolate in my life Funfetti, I'm ready, I need it all the time Red velvet, vanilla, chocolate in my life I-I-I-I-I, I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean (ha)

There is a hollowness: shape without form. Hallowed and concentric circles splayed against a canvas Deep red, veins in hand with epitomes and documents of what has ceased to be. What was leased to me...? A dying light in fragile arms? An art amidst your victory march for me to chase; for me to run? For me to torment you and I until we fall again; Amidst a calm and cooling breeze, Amidst our spiritual dis-ease as our shadows stretch across the land? This is the twilight of my very oeuvre, or so I fear. I fear the end is near, as though time itself were befit by grace to crawl and to walk, To seethe as fit with entropy. But, surely this is but a heinous vision? The order is so very apparent, still. Order out of Chaos... I feel as though I've fallen short. The myriad of misanthropes I've slain and had reborn, The rising tide of shedded skin that by my hands was wrought, The countless names and faces of a destitute and witless being all discarded by the Way. O', what a pity it may be to balk at one's mortality For within but a blink all is naught but dust and ash, Soil and smoke, oil and water, And the whispering of the winds As they propagate the flames. "Still, a temple stands amidst the smoulders, does it not? Did you not think that the Pilgrim's Way would be fraught With the trials and the tests of your hopes and fears laid bare upon the rocks? What great cowardice is on display, with your writhing and your self-dismay! Are you a man, are you a mouse? Or are you but a foolish child Who's come to cry out in the middle of the night? Or is it that you're divine? Born to live and born to die as the waxing and the waning of the tides. Have you come to cry? Have you come to revel in the imposition of your Exile? Tell me, Pilgrim... What is it that you seek? Because it's all so simple. Can't you see?" O', what are the chances That I would come to see with such great ease? O', so blind and weary, perspective seems so out of reach. O', what are the chances That I would come to keep a realisation held so near and deep for more than a day? I might find balance. I might find ecstasy. But I won't. So as it transpires, I'll go the only way I know, To the sea, to the song. I shall be lured unto the rocks to fall and to fail, To seek to no avail. This dance, I'll do no more, Of time's unending waltz. I've sought to no avail, I have tried and I have failed. So, this dance I'll do no more, Of time's unending waltz.

The winter's chill chilled me to the bone this year And something in my mind just got away Being in the places where we used to be Somehow being there without you's not the same Parking lots, office parks, and shopping malls And all you left were bills you hadn't paid The winter's chill chilled me to the bone this year And something in my mind just got away It's all behind you now You're moving on They'll never find you now You're moving on, on, on Na-na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na-na, na-na-na Alcohol, cigarettes, and luxury goods Christmas lights look desperate in this room Winter's light left me in the dark last night And jingle bells are smothered in this gloom Winter's trees freezing in the bitter wind And autumn's leaves have all been blown away Being in the places where we used to be Somehow being there without you's not the same It's all behind you now You're moving on They'll never find you now You're moving on, on, on Na-na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na-na, na-na-na It's all behind you now You're moving on They'll never find you now You're moving on, on, on Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Da-da-da-da, da-da-da

You turn the screws You tear down the bridge Flimsy as it is, it's business like You shake my hand You break up the band Flimsy as it is, it's open-mike punk rock Red white and blue (whoa) You twist the knife then go home to kiss your wife A bigger better slice is what you'd like You kick the sand, you get the upper hand You sell it to Japan It's natural punk rock Red white and blue (whoa) You turn the screws It's what you choose to do You think that I Must turn them too You think that I must be so satisfied I stay inside I wonder why And the cement mixer gets it all ready One good turn at a time They're pouring it slowly and steady You're showing me where I can sign What I can expect to find But how can you say you'll be happy When you turn the screws You turn the screws It's what you choose to do You turn the screws It's what you choose to do You think I must turn them, too You turn the screws You tear down the bridge Flimsy as it is, it's business like Flimsy as it is, it's open-mike punk rock Red white and blue You turn the screws