When your nine day feed is up   and you've drained your loving cup   come stands reeling to the shore   When the brave are coming out   The dry fight and the dusty shout   see you crawling on the floor   and diamond stars shine glitter bright   gorging your sandhedralite   words are falling to the floor   glands stand pouring fruit tree   now they glisten on the water line   see how you are at the shore   I'm moving Chrissie... pretty flowers in the shutter maze   haul up all your petty desires   leave it lying down before   wash away the rusty disease   of your brown town days in our silver sea   leave it dying at the door   feather yell you've time to leave   Open out your arms and...   Breathe...