On an Unknown Beach
๐ต 1005 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:45 duration
๐ ID: 2670
๐ Lyrics
I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach
My back to the water, my feet in the sand
Finding no recognition
As each sign of life
Invades the precision of this aging land
An abandoned flipper in a world of storms
There's a man on the shoreline
With a white parakeet
Trying to make his bird go home
With increasing continuity endless space
Gazes 'round the periphery not disheartened
Wearing it's most inexpressible face
My instinct is double as the waves roll by
But my vision is halved
And the foam in the green, as the insects
Talk to the blazing sky
Wax in the ear, stitch in the side
Wolves are feast for the blind
Under and over, the why and the wherefore
Easy to sit back with time
Driving discussions like cranes
Through the car park, setting them all in a line
All interceding, not yet proceeding
Misleading doubts in the mind
I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach
My back to the water, my feet in the sand
Finding no recognition
As each sign of life
Invades the precision of this aging land
My back to the water, my feet in the sand
Finding no recognition
As each sign of life
Invades the precision of this aging land
An abandoned flipper in a world of storms
There's a man on the shoreline
With a white parakeet
Trying to make his bird go home
With increasing continuity endless space
Gazes 'round the periphery not disheartened
Wearing it's most inexpressible face
My instinct is double as the waves roll by
But my vision is halved
And the foam in the green, as the insects
Talk to the blazing sky
Wax in the ear, stitch in the side
Wolves are feast for the blind
Under and over, the why and the wherefore
Easy to sit back with time
Driving discussions like cranes
Through the car park, setting them all in a line
All interceding, not yet proceeding
Misleading doubts in the mind
I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach
My back to the water, my feet in the sand
Finding no recognition
As each sign of life
Invades the precision of this aging land
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.45] I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach
[00:36.09] My back to the water, my feet in the sand
[00:46.82] Finding no recognition
[00:49.52] As each sign of life
[00:58.63] Invades the precision of this aging land
[01:20.28] An abandoned flipper in a world of storms
[01:31.03] There's a man on the shoreline
[01:34.60] With a white parakeet
[01:37.32] Trying to make his bird go home
[01:47.33] With increasing continuity endless space
[01:58.18] Gazes 'round the periphery not disheartened
[02:04.47] Wearing it's most inexpressible face
[02:18.85] My instinct is double as the waves roll by
[02:27.90] But my vision is halved
[02:29.63] And the foam in the green, as the insects
[02:34.18] Talk to the blazing sky
[02:48.66] Wax in the ear, stitch in the side
[02:54.05] Wolves are feast for the blind
[02:59.43] Under and over, the why and the wherefore
[03:04.85] Easy to sit back with time
[03:10.24] Driving discussions like cranes
[03:13.80] Through the car park, setting them all in a line
[03:21.16] All interceding, not yet proceeding
[03:25.67] Misleading doubts in the mind
[03:52.71] I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach
[04:01.78] My back to the water, my feet in the sand
[04:12.55] Finding no recognition
[04:16.11] As each sign of life
[04:22.53] Invades the precision of this aging land
[04:35.11]
[00:36.09] My back to the water, my feet in the sand
[00:46.82] Finding no recognition
[00:49.52] As each sign of life
[00:58.63] Invades the precision of this aging land
[01:20.28] An abandoned flipper in a world of storms
[01:31.03] There's a man on the shoreline
[01:34.60] With a white parakeet
[01:37.32] Trying to make his bird go home
[01:47.33] With increasing continuity endless space
[01:58.18] Gazes 'round the periphery not disheartened
[02:04.47] Wearing it's most inexpressible face
[02:18.85] My instinct is double as the waves roll by
[02:27.90] But my vision is halved
[02:29.63] And the foam in the green, as the insects
[02:34.18] Talk to the blazing sky
[02:48.66] Wax in the ear, stitch in the side
[02:54.05] Wolves are feast for the blind
[02:59.43] Under and over, the why and the wherefore
[03:04.85] Easy to sit back with time
[03:10.24] Driving discussions like cranes
[03:13.80] Through the car park, setting them all in a line
[03:21.16] All interceding, not yet proceeding
[03:25.67] Misleading doubts in the mind
[03:52.71] I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach
[04:01.78] My back to the water, my feet in the sand
[04:12.55] Finding no recognition
[04:16.11] As each sign of life
[04:22.53] Invades the precision of this aging land
[04:35.11]