Texty: National Skyline. Day At The Beach.

You're time will come again, baby don't worry.
You're life will come again. baby don't wait.
You're a piece of fate, left there all alone.

You're the appleof my eye.
And where do you come from?
It's not alas.

And where do you ever sleep at all.

Child, don't you even worry at all anymore.
My child don't you?

You're underground, there on a beach.
You're a grain of sand left on the bathroom floor

Child don't you understand?