Take me to the far shorenTo the salt and to the endnSurrounding by the lowlifenBy the mud and toothy grinsnnSturdy stands your heronAs I tear at everythingnNoise and information nDigital tones the birds singnnI'm here when the sea comesnnYou still filled with lustnI can't still some unpleasant dreamsnOur sky cries like a babynSomeone help me, someone pleasennCrouched here on the wet sandnLike a cool hand on the heatnAnd the fever of my knit brownLike a drug to help me sleepnnI'm here when the sea comesnnnn