Spectacular Views In steep cliffs with rocks all piled up mysteries of your passing luck Ages past shells and bits of bone forming new limestone to give things their turn There are no bad words for the coast today You never knew why you felt so good in the strangest of places Like in waiting rooms and long lines that made you late and mall parking lots on holidays There are no bad words for the coast today when we hold our breath until nothing's left
it all starts to fade We can see the stars from where the birds make their homes staring back at us Indifferent but distanced perfectly projected endlessly it's so fucking beautiful There are no bad words for the coast today then you ask what's a palisade and if we're too late for happiness?