Beachcoma

The point at which you looked at me

Has always been part of my brain

Now my mind is in a whirl

And it seems I am not the same

My dear and special friends

There's never a point at which we end

No, no

I'm in mine and mine is fine

I'm wrapped up in shiny things

Blackbirds in summertime

They find a low, I end up bein' you

My dear and special friends

There's never a point at which we end

Oh, no

The point at which I looked at you

Has always been marked on my brain

Now my mind is in a whirl

And it seems I am not the same

My dear and special friends

There's never a point at which we end

Oh, no