She says she's never lived away from the coast
She says that landlocked is the thought that scares her the most
She says the ocean has affected her mind
And surely this is something people find
Walk along the ocean,
Walk towards the bay,
Pa**ing by the Armory the night turns into day (night turns into day),
Stars politely silent,
The moon has nothing relevant to say
The smoking may be phoney but the tattoos are all real
She hates her body
She hates the way it feels
No-one is a sinner
No-one is a saint
The blood that's on her hands and arms is only red paint
She says the city is an abbatoir
We see the people all around us
Not the blood on the floor
She tells it like she tells a joke
Ha ha…
She laughs through the stink of the smoke
Walk along the ocean,
Walk towards the bay,
Pa**ing by the Armory the night turns into day (night turns into day),
Stars politely silent,
The moon has nothing relevant to say
Life is so sweet and life is so sad
In the end your loneliness is all you ever had
California dreaming is just a waste of time
The horror of life is both subjective and sublime
Walk along the ocean,
Walk towards the bay,
Pa**ing by the Armory the night turns into day,
The stars politely silent,
The moon has nothing relevant to say,
To say