Lay another doubt to the pile
And keep it at your feet
The faces come in and out
Nothing familiar in awhile
It didn't take that long
To move from a to b
Shakes him from your feet
Though it would appear from your smile
That heaven was in reach
Swallow then spit it out
A market of pa**ion in denial
Precious noise of wounded boys in heat
They fall apart apart as Sunday's girls recede
Oh you'll long to be
Where the water-way retreats
And shakes hands with the sea