Is there some bit of something?
I can see you washed up on the shore
That I must know?
I can see the shadows in the sand
Standing out on the curve
You can feel the wind whip at your neck
Aching in my legs
You can see them waiting by the shore, then the sun
I'm rolling out of bed
All the garbage floating through your mind
Horse blanket on my head
You can see them waiting by the shore, then the sun
Foggy and bored
TV is skewed
Nothing to say
Nothing to know and do
Waiting alone
Voices rambling along
Nothing to say
Nothing to know and do
The shore is a shadow
The shadow is the wind
The wind is the town
The people made you blind

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