Lyrics

The Beach
Jenny Bienemann

I am on a beach
Coming soon, the rise of a tiny crescent moon
And church bells chime

I am in the street looking right
At a flock of hungry seagulls fight
And cars go by

Even rocks love the waves they break
Though they’re left half naked in the wake
You must think I’m dense or that I like fresh air
The way you crash in and leave me standing there

I am heading south following
The flight of a migrant gulls wing
I am going home

Every headlight is a candle
Lighting the path to your door