Looks like evidence of a tsunami
That painted all these shells
Those waves always reluctant
With secrets they can't tell
The sandy glow it stretches
As gulls dive for shrimp
The sun hovers in the distance
Like a great fiery blimp
We no longer have anyone to impress
No longer have anywhere to go
There isn't much to say these days
And it might be starting to show
Looks like that pier is sinking
This harbor closed its heart
Not a coconut tree in sight
That lighthouse fell apart
A fatigued turtle slumbers
Frozen in the dunes
A clockwise spinning cannon
Shoots holes through the moon
We no longer have anyone to impress
No longer have anywhere to go
There isn't much to say these days
And it might be starting to show