To The Shore

When your nine day feed is up

And youve drained your loving cup

Come stands reeling to the shore

When the brave are coming out

The dry fight and the dusty shout

See you crawling on the floor

And diamond stars shine glitter bright

Gorging your sanhedralite

Words are falling to the floor

Glands stand pouring fruit tree

Now they glisten on the waterline

See how you are at the shore

Im moving chrissie pretty flowers in the shutter maze

Haul up all your petty desires

Leave it lying down before

Wash away the rusty disease

Of your brown town days in our silver sea

Leave it dying at the door

Feather yell youve time to leave

Open out your arms and breathe

Breathe

Breathe

Breathe