In steep cliffs with rocks all piled up mysteries of your passing luck
Ages past shells and bits of bone forming new limestone
To give things their turn

There are no bad words for the coast today
You never knew why you felt so good
In the strangest of places

Like in waiting rooms and long lines that made you late and mall parking lots
On holidays
There are no bad words for the coast today

When we hold our breath until nothing's left
It all starts to fade
We can see the stars from where the birds make their homes

Staring back at us
Indifferent but distanced perfectly projected endlessly
It's so $#&@ing beautiful

There are no bad words for the coast today
Then you ask what's a palisade
And if we're too late for happiness?