Postcard From Paradise

There's sand between my toes tonight
My heart is in my mouth
I'll hold on tight
To this fragile hope
That there's still time to start again

It's underneath the sea, remains
Runs his fingers through my hair
Still it rains
When the weather's calm
I'll build a castle on the shore

In the penny arcades
Will my luck run out
Through a hole in my pocket?
Does redemption lie beneath the pier?

The tide comes in
Through derelict streets and strangled orchards
With the smell of diesel and fear

There's sand between my toes tonight
My heart is in my mouth
I'll hold on tight
To this fragile hope
That there's still time to start again

In the penny arcades
Will my luck run out
Through a hole in my pocket?
Does redemption lie beneath the pier?

The tide comes in
Through derelict streets and strangled orchards
With the smell of diesel and fear