Beached (Where the Psycho's Heart Was)

I dug for the ocean / Found only dust

Built you a surfboard / Out of my own rust

I waited on the shoreline / That wasn't there

Counted every grain of sand / Pulled out my hair

Beached / Where the Psycho's heart was

Beached / Where the blood tide starts

Beached / I'm a whale without a wave

Beached / Waiting for a grave that's already dug

I carved your name in a rib cage / Hung it from a dune

I sang a song with no melody / Out of tune with the moon

The tide came in my dreams last night / Cold and blue and real

Then I woke up choking / On the way my heart could feel

Beached / Where the Psycho's heart was

Beached / Where the blood tide starts

Beached / I'm a whale without a wave

Beached / Waiting for a grave that's already dug

I remember water on my feet / I was young, I was small

My mother held my hand and said / "The ocean has it all"

She's dust now. Like the water. Like the sky.

But I still feel her fingers / Every time I close my eyes.

Beached... beached... where my heart was...

Beached... beached... because the ocean does...

...what the ocean does...

It leaves.