Has gone back to the coast
Will never reveal how I entered
Hearing voices in car parks
Your mouth is around an aerosol can
In a hospital ward across a billboard
The girl who collects shells
When you open doors for them anymore
Hey, worm, you're tunneling out
Hearing voices in car parks
Pull a diamond from your sleeve
Hey, badger, you're punches out
Pull a diamond from your sleeve
But you stood up and swam
You would not listen to their proposal
They dart down the hall, the chimney and out of the spout
Down a worm hole and back up my mouth
The girl who collects shells
Has gone back to the coast
Ideas are like sparrows
Well, they want you to sink
The springs in the mattress
No one these days says thank you
