David Thomas Broughton - Concrete Statement lyrics

Spend a long time waiting for some hard-boiled words, some concrete statement. Such jellied, opaque promises will be nothing come the sun. Your tatty cloth remarks are never sewn into anything that I can wear. I can be relied upon to jump at other chances. Just as you're relied upon to offer no advances. Shingle underfoot, the wind it bites on empty beaches. The salted spray pecks at your face, and you screw up your features. The sun spits out of rolling grey, and lights the sea on the horizon. I struggle with the concepts that you spread on our conversation.