Hold my Hand
Lost in the static of the sand
we're kids again
following a call to the hilltops
folded all around old ships bones
fettered to the beach in the foam
old ships bones
fettered to the beach in the foam
broken town
the shutters on the shed are falling down
in a gun grey gown
the weather tore the dunes down
Lost in the static of the sand
we're kids again
following a call to the hilltops
folded all around old ships bones
fettered to the beach in the foam
old ships bones
fettered to the beach in the foam
broken town
the shutters on the shed are falling down
in a gun grey gown
the weather tore the dunes down