This crowded beach

We grope together
Avoiding speech
On the crowded beach
Of this long and tumid river
Keeping all the versions
In our eyes
Of the little lies
And all the blanket warmth they give us

It's making me cry
This something inside me
Can't you see in my eye
This thing that I'm hiding

My nerves are bad tonight
So stay with me
Speak to me
Why do you never speak
What are you thinking of?
I never know what you're thinking
I think we're in Rat's Alley
Where the dead men lost their bones

It's making me cry
This something inside me
Can't you see in my eye
This thing that I'm hiding

And all the words you had
Won't make a song
And everywhere you go
Won't be home
Now Bowie's gone away

It's making me cry
This something inside me
Can't you see in my eye
This thing that I'm hiding



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Oliver
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