Water's Edge

They take apart their bodies like toys for the local boys

Because they’re always there at the edge of the water

They come from the capital these city girls

Go way down where the stones meet the sea

And all you young girls, where do you hide?

Down by the water and the restless tide

And the local boys hide on the mound and watch

Reaching for the speech and the word to be heard

And the boys grow hard, hard to be heard

Hard to be heard as they reach for the speech

And search for the word on the water’s edge

But you grow old and you grow cold

Yeah you grow old and you grow cold

And they would come in their hoards these city girls

With white strings flowing from their ears

As the local boys behind the mound think long and hard

About the girls from the capital

Who dance at the water’s edge

Shaking their asses

And all you young lovers

Where do you hide?

Down by the water and the restless tide

With a bible of tricks they do with their legs

The girls reach for the speech and the speech to be heard

To be hard the local boys teem down the mound

And seize the girls from the capital

Who shriek at the edge of the water

Shriek to speak and reach for the speech

Yeah reach for the speech and be heard

But you grow old and you grow cold

Yeah you grow old and you grow cold

You grow old

Their legs wide to the world like bibles open

To be speared and taking their bodies apart like toys

They dismantle themselves by the waters edge

And reach for the speech and the wide wide world

And, God knows, the local boys

It’s the will of love

It’s the thrill of love

Ah but the chill of love

Is comin’ on

It’s the will of love

It’s the thrill of love

Ah but the chill of love

Is comin’ on

It’s the will of love

It’s the thrill of love

Ah but the chill of love

Is comin’ down, people