The shore grows smaller
As Honey looks from the veranda
To the dawn exploding
Over the sea.

The time grows shorter
As she sits down in the bath.

But yes, I'm losing it again today.
Well, I'll try to eat this, okay?
Twelve minutes to the end of the month.
Twenty-one hours to the end of the hunt.

The letters grow longer,
Narrations of arched beaches
And fields of vetiver.

The letters grow longer,
Narrations of arched beaches
And fields of vetiver.

Marmalade jams buzz from the circuit.
Marmalade jams buzz from the circuit.
Marmalade jams buzz from the circuit.
Marmalade jams buzz from the circuit.

But yes, I'm losing it again today.
Well, I'll try to eat this okay?
Twelve minutes to the end of the month
Twenty-one hours to the end of the hunt.
But yes, I'm losing it again today.
Well, I'll try to eat this okay?
Twelve minutes to the end of the world.
Twenty-one hours before the end of girl.

You've got some scars and some tragic discipline.
It's not the smiles you force on your mouth is it?
Just lately, you're feeling heavy.
Like a sun setting now on an endless summer,
No more crickets or liqour.

Maybe if we try hard enough we'll never grow old.
Maybe if we clench our fists and pray we'll stay young.
But if nothing changes, and it always stays the same,
How can we know what it feels like to be alive?


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