The Beach

I know a place where we can hide
Behind trees and mystery,
on a rusty bed under the moonlight

A blanket and some matches
to keep us satisfied
That hole in your favourite shirt
from our first cigarette

The first strings we've broken
in the backyard garage
We were playing too loud to say we were,
to say we were here

The city is being greedy
So much to conquer
But we want this world
We want it to stay ours

We won't stop playing on your land.
We won't stop playing.

I remember your red skin
from a dream that never ended
Staring at strangers like we were the cool kids

Now we are the strangers waiting for you to leave,
to leave us a place on your shores

As long as we will remain.
We are standing here
We will hold onto everything we've stolen