Everyday I go up on the
Hill to think and I've been thinking
You might keep something behind your
Mirror image I can tell
Cracks and seams were in between when
All you had you'd throw away
But all in all the method works so
Why don't you just go that way?
Every dusk I go down to the
Pier to watch the sinking feelings
Feelings that were once afloat
But never really got that far
You and I were meant to die but
Lucky bastards that we are oh
All in all it hardly works so
Why do you take it to heart?