hold my hand lost in the static of the sand we re kids again following a call to the hilltops folded all around ship s bones fettered to the beach in the foam old ships bones fettered to the beach in the foam broken town the shutters on the shed are falling down in a gun grey gown the weather tore the dunes down found unfolded all around dead homes rooftops low and cold old dead homes rooftops low and cold in your yards and in your hearts you ll cordon off the sweetest part but it won t grow lost in the static and the snow it won t grow lost in the static and the snow last time round the house had fallen further to the ground and we made no sound reminded of the friends we d loved but left since then unfound