When you wake you you're on the shore alone
Just the distant calls of seagulls
Let your mind go with the waves that roll
Count the days in a pile of stones
What remains of bleached and brittle bones
As your thoughts become the waves that roll
In this grey and god forsaken world
You could call it paradise
And you're sure you're never coming home
Count the days in a pile of stones
What remains of bleached and brittle bones
As your thoughts become the waves that roll
Chris Corona - On the Shore Lyrics
Chris Corona - On the Shore Lyrics
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When you wake you you're on the shore alone
Just the distant calls of seagulls
Let your mind go with the waves that roll
Count the days in a pile of stones
What remains of bleached and brittle bones
As your thoughts become the waves that roll
In this grey and god forsaken world
You could call it paradise
And you're sure you're never coming home
Count the days in a pile of stones
What remains of bleached and brittle bones
As your thoughts become the waves that roll
Just the distant calls of seagulls
Let your mind go with the waves that roll
Count the days in a pile of stones
What remains of bleached and brittle bones
As your thoughts become the waves that roll
In this grey and god forsaken world
You could call it paradise
And you're sure you're never coming home
Count the days in a pile of stones
What remains of bleached and brittle bones
As your thoughts become the waves that roll
Writer: Christopher Corona
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