Lyrics

hold down the shore
to hug tides as waves
are thrown their strong endless bodies
spill against the grain

chilling
seaside ghost towns
taken
seaside children
you wait, just wait
trailing down, grappling along frontlines

hold down the shore
to hug tides as waves
i struggle to give the finger to you
right beyond the grave

choosing to ignore the unceasing urge
no trees no grass no petels spine or stem (fuck)


Orson Welles endowed
the seas are much too loud
scattered pieces of these words lose their meaning as...
H.G. Wells foretold
I was just much too old
it’s nice of you to tell me that I’m not
but you‘re so full of shit