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Every morning we burn the bread Walk it down to the waters edge See the seagulls eat cigarettes Check your breath in a spoon All your stuff in the storage shed Twisted sheets on the trundle bed And the anti-psychosis meds Made you feel all marooned Last summer at the shore when I was working cleaning carpets At some hotel that was haunted by some sailor who supposedly was murdered After losing all his treasure in the harbor That's back when I found romance in these ghosts I was honestly more bothered by the hundred miles of hallways Than the clanking of the shackles or the shadows in the doorway And we snuck into the ballroom and made echoes in it's empty And I grabbed you and I spun you and we both just started laughing All the burns on the windowsill Says she's crazy about horses still All these anti-psychosis pills So much power and grace Up there on South Ocean View SongtexteAll the shells made me think of you We bought into a three for two And a strawberry shake First it's April then it's August It's the cost of doing business You were scared and over cautious The whole breakfast was unpleasant You just can't keep throwing up and then cover it with sawdust And expect us not to notice and pretend it didn't happen Last summer at the shoreline When you walked into the water Went out up to your waistline And turned back to face the camera Rolled your eyes back in their sockets Then you raised your middle fingers Defiant and undamaged That's when I took the picture And this year we were standing Looking out off the veranda You said, "Yeah, I guess it's pretty But I'm a shell of what I once was" That girl in last year's picture Is now haunting her own hallways I no longer see the romance in these ghosts This coffee's cold, this toast is gross I no longer see the romance in these ghosts Aus Songtexte Mania