This salt-sick rest is over
Lay crushed on the rusted stones
The sand has all been swallowed
It's wrapped in the undertow

The bay is only shallow enough to repeat
This game of wound and follow
To the edge of the sea

Colour me insane, I'll take you where
The coast divides the sorrow
This is my terrain
I'll take you there to show you
On what the suffering depends

Bellicose spray
Cuts right through me
Birds fall half-dead
Clouds are rolling
Into the shore
I saw it all