To The Shore

When your nine day feed is up, And you've drained your loving cup, Come stands reeling to the shore. When the brave are coming out, The dry fight (fight) and the dusty shout (shout) See you crawling on the floor. And diamond stars shine glitter bright Gorging your sanhedralites Words are falling to the floor. Glands stand pouring fruit trees - Now they glisten on the water line. See how you are... at the shore. I'm moving Chrissie pretty flowers in the shutter maze, Haul up all your petty desires. Leave them lying down before, Wash away the rust disease - Of your brown town days in our silver sea. Leave it dying at the door, Feather yell you've time to leave Open out your arms and breathe... (aaawwgh...) - Ohhh, oh oh oh Ohhh, oh oh oh Ohhh, oh oh - to the shore now. Ohhh, oh oh oh Ohhh, oh oh oh Ohhh, oh oh - to the shore now. (come on)