The Church Follow

A palm tree nodded at me last night
He said, "Hey, you look so pale"
I don't know if it was the air or the breeze in my hair
I had a feeling I had failed

So down to the beach just out of reach
The moon was being trailed
A girl and a sailor and a hot dog trailer
That's their holy grail

The sand whispered heat and burned the feet
Of gulls landing on the shore
In the motel pool the waitress cools
She doesn't ask for more

She makes a wish she takes a risk
She opens up her door
Through human eyes she's a dolphin in disguise
It's the last night of the war

Somewhere far away there's another day
And someone's getting out of bed
She puts on her face in the morning space
She doesn't know she's dead

Her ruby lips can't excite me anymore
And pain sprawls on the chair, it's always there
And he descends the stairs, he doesn't see
The sun burnt landlord glares, for all the people he can never be