Hold my hand
Lost in the static of the sand
We're kids again
Following a call to the hilltops
Folded all around ship's bones
Fettered to the beach in the foam
Old ships bones
Fettered to the beach in the foam
Broken town
The shutters on the shed are falling down
In a gun-grey gown
The weather tore the dunes down
Rooftops low and cold
Old dead homes
Rooftops low and cold
In your yards, and in your hearts
You'll cordon off the sweetest part
But it wont grow
Lost in the static and the snow
It wont grow
Lost in the static and the snow
