I always reach out for the sand on the beach it's about building castles where memories reside,
I tried building houses but the incoming tide washed them away.

so
there's an affinity between my heart and the sea

somewhere inside me a moon's on the wane, a universe dying, another star trying to shine

and it's a crime don't you think or don't you think
that we're on the brink of extinction?


When we go which we will
will there be anything?

Who'll take the mountain to Mohammed
when we're dead?

I'm clutching at straws as the last of the ****** repent
and I'm reaching out to the beach it's about
holding on.