When we get to the beach
We remove our shoes
Leaving them in the sand
Feet gotta breathe
Watch out for the men of war
Tangled in the seaweed
Blue inflated
With scalloped crests
Let the waves foam
Around your ankles
Let the sound of the waves
Heal your thoughts
Let the seagulls' laughter
Spark memories
Of when we were safe
Ya eya uh-uh-uh-uh-uh they cry
Eya eya ya ya uh uh uh
A slightly phosphorescent crab
Is hurrying up the beach
You follow him to take his picture
He stops, raises his claw
Like a Roman soldier
Shield and sword at ready
Titanic machines stand frozen
At ease on the horizon
Waiting for the apocalypse
Quietly all of a sudden
Day is done and yet
We are only halfway back
To where our shoes are waiting
