The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future (2020 Remaster)

I grabbed ahold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip

I said, you've taken the diet too far, you've got to let it slip

But she's not eating again, she's not eating again

She's not eating again, she's not eating again

I ask her to speak French and then I need her to translate

I get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant

She was always far too pretty for me to believe in a single word she said

Believe a word she said

At fourteen, her mother died in a routine operation

From allergic reaction to a general anaesthetic

Spent the rest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions

In a futile attempt to know more than the doctors

She said one day to leave her, sand up to her shoulders

Waiting for the tide

To drag her to the ocean, to another sea's shore

This thing hurts like hell

But what did you expect?

And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart

And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course

But oh, I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me

Five hundred behind, a thousand years in perfect symmetry

Best known left wrist, right finger

Through all the southern states

On every video games machine, they call her triple A

There were racists on the radio trying to give up smoking

The chat show host, he joked

You have to wait for the government program

You talk about your politics

And I wonder if you could be one of them

But you could never kiss a Tory boy

Without wanting to cut off your tongue again

A good place to look to the future is when you are sat at the sea

With the salt up to your ankles and a view at the end of the pier

You may look down at your model's feet

And wish that you'd just float away

And the weather here is overcast and the sea is the same shade of gray

So the landscape before you looks just like the edge of the world

But to the left side and the right side, either way is a crazy golf course

The sea is a good place to think of the future

And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart

And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course

But oh, I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me

Five hundred behind, a thousand years in perfect symmetry

A thousand years, no getting rid of me

A thousand years in perfect symmetry