Oh Glass Beach, you know nothing of me
And I sense no curiosity
Amuse yourself with feelings of how
Like Libra you’re growing fainter now
Like yesterdays bouquet
Looks a little sad today

Confusion I’ll greet like an old friend
As tonight they set me right
In the end I will be forgotten
As tonight they set me right

So here’s one for all the cynics then:
Hate me for what I’ve done, not for my idiot children
I want to think you won’t
Remember me like last years snow

Confusion I’ll greet like an old friend
As tonight they set me right
In the end I will be forgotten
As tonight they set me right