Shooting star, you are
A distant dream
Fading from me
Shining sun, you've become
A perfect place to be
Some sanctuary
We buried things on the coast
That we don't want dug up
Southern soul, you know
What it means to be
What it's like see
Violent friend, we begin
To feel so small
To leave or lose it all
We buried things on the coast
That we don't want dug up
Dead dog soul
You've gotten old
You've gotten old
Dead dog soul