Return to the Violence of the Ocean Floor Songtext
von Moonface

One, two, three, four, five
One, two, three, four, five

I′ve got a spirit
Made out of sand
Sometimes it slips through my fingers
Back onto the beach

Said I've got a spirit
Made out of sand
Sometimes it slips through my fingers
Back onto the beach

In some kind of lust
In some kind of lust
In some kind of lust
To return to the violence of the ocean floor
To return to the violence of the ocean floor


So I kneel down
And gather it up
Grain by grain
I have to keep it safe
I have some things to say

Like "You should have been a writer, you should have played guitar
But those kids keep coming down the fucking hill"
"You should have been a writer, you should have played guitar
But those kids keep coming down the fucking hill"

Or "You should have been a writer, you should have played guitar
But your face looks like a statue in the dark
Like a candle that is held up to a mirror
Or the terrible glimpse of a shark
Within your idiot heart"

I heard you hate it just based on your principles now
I heard you hate it just based on your principles now
I heard you hate it all just based on your principles now


So I kneel down
Down into your burning sand, singing
One, we got the spirit
Two, we got the music
And three, we got the past
And four, we got the future
And five, we got some kind of lust
Some kind of lust
Some kind of lust
To return to the violence of the ocean floor

To return to the violence of the ocean floor
To return to the violence of the ocean floor
To return to the violence of the ocean floor