Southern Shores Songtext
von Heather Findlay

Across the waves I hear you call
From the firing range, yeah like the lion′s roar
Turning up the heat on the sanguine shores of Mexico

With a force you spit the news like fire, like rain
But I don't belong to you, go wrestle your own soul
There′s a butterfly calling, calling me home

Love, will you be there, delivering final truths?
While fortune and fame grace the chosen who remain among the few


Every day you don't let go with those serpent like teeth, yeah
Hissing as you go, digging in your heels
Just like a spoilt teenage overload

When daylight splits the scene
Every word, every threat torments your every dream
It's written in stone
Will you remember the day they told you, told you so?

Love, will you be there, delivering final truths?
While fortune and fame grace the chosen who remain among the few

Love, will you be there, remedying misspent youth?
When the colour they bleed, is the same no matter how they choose
Oh, well it′s killing you