do you remember?
we sat by the shore
drunk on moonlight
and bitter starlight

we stumbled in the wet sand
collecting strange seashells
and i wept at the terrible sight
of the end of the world

cheap wine burning inside
veins both young and old
our bicycles laid in the tall grass
like ancient metall lovers dead

i counted a thousand stars
not in the midnight sky
but in your hidden eyes
you counted thirteen battleships
inside my heart

and thus we made love
like foolish wild things do
on a beach with strange seashells
and we wept at the terrible sight
of the end of the world