The Beach (Live)

The Beach - Dr. Dog

There's a hole in the roof and the rain's coming down

The roads are all flooded there's no way back to town

And this ship we haming one where in has just run aground

You know fate has gone a funny way of coming around

The memories we've buried was have cheer taken seed

When spring time comes they'll turn into weeds

And they'll creep through your window to smother your dreams

You know the fate has gone a funny way of coming around

Oh they'll carve our names like scripture

To the souls of their feet

Every footprint that they take

It will tell of our deed

Drowning right lies they will following dream

And till the flow tide comes to swallow

The beach

The dry ya ya oh

This bottle of bourbon's but let's now dry as a bone

You know it drank us all up then it left us alone

Well we are sense with to so come but we can't choke it down

To my the fates has gone hey funny way of coming around