your parents are sat in the car
they wondering what is the matter
and they are eating sweets
and reading the wrappers

and there is no one else around
the shale as grey as the weather
and you are crouching on the ground
for what seems like forever

and i'm sorry for running away
but they will be playing his records all day
and you turn to me baby and say:

"we can run on this beach for as long you need to
if that's what helps
we can kick every pebble into the sea
til there's nothing left
if that's what helps you deal with his death
but are you sure there's nothing else making you upset?"

to take the ferry harbour-bound
i guess that's where we were headed
with nonchalance it was announced
i guess it took me a second

and i am sprinting on the sand
like there's a thing i've forgotten
and i am windmilling my arms
guess it's a thing i do often

and i'm sorry for running away
but they will be playing his records all day
and you turn to me baby and say:

"we can run on this beach for as long you need to
if that's what helps
we can kick every pebble into the sea
til there's nothing left
if that's what helps you deal with his death
but are you sure there's nothing else making you upset?"

"we can talk about it, we can do whatever you need
baby my parents are happy just reading the wrappers, and i love you"