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