The cliffs of home stand
With all their memories
The thrashing waves
And birds warning melodies

The route was easy
It wasn’t far
Easy to get to
The path by the bar

I look around
Walking along
It didn’t seem right
Something was too wrong

I reach the cliff i dreamed of
All I had to do was climb down the cliff
Without fear
Until I hear the birds warning riff

I steady myself cautiously
And make my way down

I loose my balance
A trip
A cliff
A clip
A flip

Nothing clear
Nothing clear
Nothing clear
Nothing clear