Shell on a Beach

Deep in the fog, last minutes gone
Time has no meaning now
Last hour too, did it happen at all?
Please take me home, yes right now

Shell on a beach, all battered and worn, and tossed about by the tide
I could be your husband, brother or son, some days you just can't decide

Are you staying upstairs, why are you here
No you can't cut my nails, not today
I've got kids to look after, to pick up from school
I'll be late 'less I leave right away

Shell on a beach, all battered and worn, and tossed about by the tide
I could be your husband, brother or son, some days you just can't decide

Where is your dad, you know where he works
What do you mean by "he died"
I'm cooking his dinner, ham, liver, baked beans
With banana and butter, all fried

Shell on a beach, all battered and worn, and tossed about by the tide
I could be your husband, brother or son, some days you just can't decide

Shell on a beach, all battered and worn, and tossed about by the tide
I could be your husband, brother or son, some days you just can't decide



Credits
Writer(s): Geoffrey Grant
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