Beach Town - Le Loup

Hold my hand

Lost in the static of the sand

We’re kids again

Following a call to the hilltops

Folded all around ship’s bones

Fettered to the beach in the foam

Old ships bones

Fettered to the beach in the foam

Broken town

The shutters on the shed are falling down

In a gun-grey gown

The weather tore the dunes down

Found unfolded all around dead homes

Rooftops low and cold

Old dead homes

Rooftops low and cold

In your yards, and in your hearts

You’ll cordon off the sweetest part

But it won’t grow

Lost in the static and the snow

It won’t grow

Lost in the static and the snow