To the Shore

Oh when your nine day feed is up and you've drained your loving cup

Come stands reeling to the shore oh when the brave are coming out

The dry fight and the dusty shout see you crawling on the floor

And diamond stars shining glitter bright gorging your sanhedralites

Words are falling to the floor glad stand pouring fruit trees

And now they glisten on the waterline sing home you are at the shore

I'm moving crissie pretty flowers in the shuttermaze

Haul up all your petty desires leave them lying down they fall

Wash away the rusty disease of your brown town days in our silver sea

Leave it dying at the door feather yellow your time to leave

Open out your arms and breathe

Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to the shore now

Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to the shore now come on