To The Shore

When your nine day feed is up
And you've 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
I'm moving Chrissie pretty flowers in the shutter maze
Haul up all your petty desires

Leave them lying down before
Wash away the rusty disease
Of your brown town days in our silver sea
Leave it dying at the door
Feather yellow your time to leave
Open out your arms and breathe

Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
To the shore now
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
To the shore now
Come on