"Stranded starfish have no place to hide,
still waiting for the swollen Easter tide.
There's no point in direction, we cannot
even choose a side.
I took the old track
the hollow shoulder, across the waters
On the tall cliffs
they were getting older, sons and daughters
The jaded underworld was riding high
Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
and as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain
was warm and soaked the crowd."
True story: dug up my old ipod, listened to the album this song is on, looked at old pictures stored on said ipod...and had myself a little cry.
"Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry."
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