The Boy With The Jigsaw Puzzle Fingers

It's the boy with the jigsaw puzzle fingers
He don't eat meat
It's a moral thing
Surf calls to him
Looks good in a wet suit and how the wind blows in his face

Looking out across the ocean, no land till America
Someone built a shrine where they fell off the cliff
Someone brings fresh flowers as a symbol
Where the land drops away
Look down at the backs of birds

It's the only place I've found where the phones work
Come and meet the sea with me waiting for you to call today

Looking out across the ocean, no land till America
Someone built a shrine where they fell off the cliff
Someone brings fresh flowers as a symbol
Where the land drops away

The number of the room you sleep in
It's not the end of the world but if
It was, you'd see it from up here
Have you ever been there?
The end of the world

I remember you laughing
We're like two continents in harmony
Riding on a phallic train like that animated advert
Metal windmills turning lazy, crazy white against a broken sky
As you lean towards me, as I lean towards you
Gently knocking, whispering your name
At the backdoor of my memories
Let it in
Let it in

The streets smell of weed and beer and
Everything is orange when we touch down
And everything wants to come out to play
Oh, what's my name?

It's not the end of the world
It's not the end of the world