In steep cliffs
with rocks all piled up
mysteries of your passing luck

Ages pass
shells and bits of bone
forming new limestone
to give things their turn

There are no bad words for the coast today

You never knew
why you felt so good
in the strangest of places

Like in waiting rooms
or long lines that made you late
or mall parking lots on holidays

There are no bad words for the coast today
when we hold our breath until nothing's left
it all starts to fade

We can see the stars
from where the birds make their homes
staring back at us

Indifferent
but distanced perfectly
projected endlessly
it's so fucking beautiful

There are no bad words for the coast today
then you ask what's a palisade
and if we're too late for happiness?