i live in a small pale house
a moment's march from the beach
my day is growing near
and here i find no peace at all
and here i find no peace at all
i hear the summer sounds
silent only we keep on
that hurts in my fingerprint
left roads winding on your peeling skin
and here i find no peace at all
and here i find no peace at all
i live in a small pale house
a moment's march from the beach
my day is growing near
and here i find no peace at all
and here i find no peace at all