House by the beach, life is cotton dry. Once every
two weeks, a tall light through the window. Loneliness
has kind eyes, or fiery. High waves, some people are
having fun. A hidden inability to create life, and
substitutes, in the rush. House by the beach, my life story
in short. Endless motion, on and on, parting me from
what's real. I leave my footprint behind, in a chase of
the windstorm. Wealth in a tiny grain of sand, from ancient
Israel, a riddle. He tells you how to change, technically
and productively. House by the beach, castle of dreams
I see in a nightmare. Greyhound express, from wide
expanses, dust unearthly spacewalk. Where does it hurt,
questionbox. *** is a ***** word, from 9 to six. Was
it love? The ocean is not blending in, nor the blue sky.
House by the sea, your only happy memories.
House by the sea (also music by Genesis- home by the sea)