bird song awakens my ears the sea water at my feet could this be the end of me washed ashore was the front door to our house one way way out through the shark fins i ll take my chance could be my last no looking back on what was left behind the shoreline disappears as i sail forward on this wooden wreck in search or more in search of land to fill this everlasting longing for that stable ground where earthquakes happen only twice a year it came from the sea the limbs lashing down fractured holes in my door the memories we built with our hands were erased when you came in and destroyed everything waves crashing down on me my door will not hold for long1
['brighton indie', 'british math rock', 'math rock']