I cut my teeth,
Pulling down trees,
In the morning breeze.
This beach ain't new,
But there ain't a soul awake to,
Catch the view,
And warm their feet in the morning dew.
Been burning oil.
Been drinking up the time.
Nothing wrong with me,
Been at the wrong place,
At the wrong time.
I'll go home, alone, the fog will clear, and I'll relax for a while"¦
It was perfect, but it's over, standing shoulder, to shoulder-
We sang a tune, enjoyed the view, ain't nothing new.
Can you hear my voice? Can you hear it?
I'm asking can you hear the tune--and all the thoughts that I produce?
Cannon fog,
An epilogue,
They're on the ground,
I wish that I had fallen down.
Were we in love?
That's a tricky one.
Was it real?
Still not convinced that I can feel.
You were laying there,
Braiding your hair,
And talking "˜bout,
All the times that you ran out.
I was really quiet,
Guess I always am,
I was skipping stones,
Wished that you would give a damn"¦
CHORUS
Take me there, take me back, pull my hand, beneath the stacks.
We were married once, falling in love, I'm nervous now, it's what I'm thinking of"¦
Been drinking oil, I'll gulp it down, this last second's nice, light the match and eat it now.
The fire's warm, no longer burning out, when you're done--just make a grave beneath the waves.