Ode to Gremlin - Meursault

This sanctuary, it cannot be your home

So take comfort in this shelter 'fore it’s gone

But what if morning cannot shake this thought?

What if the sun cannot dispel this feeling that I have got?

Oh, the wind will blow

All the drowned aboard

For that final push

To that golden shore

There will be no rest

We will all get where we are going

We can go no further

And our hands are soiled

From collecting pieces

Of the glass that broke

That once framed a picture

Of some distant shore

We called home

And the last thing the world needs now

Is another song about the fucking sea

And the last thing that the world needs now

Is another song about the fucking sea

And you know I am heartbroken

And there’s more of it than there is of me