Standing on the Pier down South,
I saw the sea roll in your mouth,
And out.
All while you were lying there.
I held a shell up to your face,
And you complained I was out of place,
as a seagull washed up on the shore.
With a fire in your eyes you said,
"I don't want to see you any more."
I left the beach without a thought,
Of what was wrong and what was not.
Headed East in the first cargo box I could find.
I ran into two thirsty thungs,
Who said they'd have my water jug.
And they didn't want no trouble with my mind.
I held my bottle upside down and said,
"You can take whatever you can find."
They left me there I was half past dead,
And butterflies swam round my head,
As I sank to the bottom of a self-induced lagoon.
Now I've had ups and downs before,
And I don't see much harm in just one more,
Because I know I'll be back in the action some time soon.
But for now I sup all by myself and wait for you to bring a spoon.
I walked with you at the county fair,
I smelled the shampoo in your hair,
And watched the sweat that beaded on your bruise.
You said you wished we were passersby.
I caught my breath when you caught my eye,
And smiled because I knew I'd never have to lose you.
Now I wander dusty roads and wonder how I ever came to choose you.
credits
from Seoraksan EP,
released February 5, 2011
Eric Davis on bass
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