(maybe it will do me good)

come the weekend.
we'll be long gone, baby.
just like the old days.
let in the world,
flow through me.
just a parasite in the lines
smokin' killin' the time.
along the piece of the twine,
what use is sympathy?

from here you can almost see the sea.

if you would hold still,
you'd make a clean incision.
we could sit back,
watch the demolition.
little puppy dog in the box
somebody's pickin' the locks.
must wander down from the socks,
here comes the calvalry.

from here you can almost see the sea.

just another fool in line.
i dream of high tide,
flush with the light of day break.
i wanna dive in,
the water's so cold it makes your bones ache.
fingers, knees and knuckles scraped.
all of the rubbish heaped,
the piece of cup all taped up with the bedroom window
paint we used to be.

from here you can almost,
from here you can almost see the sea.

i saw a film once.
but all the air horns, frozen.
killer whales swam,
under the blue ice
to the hearthstone.