beach talk

part of me died that sharp morning by the seaside

when you handed me your last cigarette

remnants of night i'll wipe away

like sleep from your eye

we'll go rolling down the avenue

yeah some people they laughed

when you paused

and i rushed to take the photograph

think we can make it

i said

what good would that do?

'cause you got me and i you

checking my bets

pockets were emptied on your doorstep

i could be on to a winner yet

in from the cold

we'd escape

before your family came home

let's save tomorrow for regrets

yeah some people will laugh

at my ideas

'cause i know dear you can see through that

i'll spray our message on walls

what good would that do?

you've got me and i you

two hands wandering through wastelands

pondering escape

big plans sitting at the bandstand

sheltered from the rains

i'll spray our message on walls

what good would that do at all?