[Verse]
Oh, when your nine-day feed is up
And you've drained your loving cup
Come stands reeling to the shore

Oh, when the brave are coming out
The dry fight, and the dusty shout
See you crawling on the floor

And diamond stars shining glitter bright
Gorging your sanhedralites

Words are falling to the floor
Glad stand pouring fruit trees
And now they glisten on the waterline
Sing home, you are at the shore
I'm moving crissie pretty flowers in the shutter maze
Haul up all your petty desires

Leave them lying down, they fall
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
[Guitar solo]

[Outro]
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