bones on the beach Songtext
von Paris Paloma

When I′m lying in my bed
I like to pretend
That my body is just bones on the beach

It's the first time I feel rested
Since my mother′s womb I slept in
My last home between the stones and the sea

Some overzealous anthropology professor
With all his students in tow
Carry spades and books for studying, stumbling
Discover me
I implore them to leave me alone

Say, give me one Millennium more there
Maybe I will belong more there
Than any place in which I was living
When I'm bones on the beach

With the end long past nigh
One eternal sigh
I've no breath that is left to release


And the loudness of mind has been gone since I died
Was I meant in this life to find peace?
Before I became bones on the beach

I hear footsteps
And bones they cannot look left
But I register her stepping nearby

Her face is peaceful
She′s looked upon life′s evil
And considered it next to infinite skies
She doesn't ask for more time

Give me one Millennium more there
Maybe I will belong more there
Than any place in which I was living
When I′m bones on the beach
When I'm bones on the beach

(Death won′t bring what you think it will)
(Death won't bring what you think it will)


What I long for′s nonexistent
(Death won't bring what you think it will)
In any belief system
All I, all I want is some rest
(Death won't bring what you think it will)
There′s no sentience in death
(Death won′t bring what you think it will)
Just darkness at the worst
Temporality and permanence
(Death won't bring what you think it will)
I don′t know what's on the other side
(Death won′t bring what you hope it will)
But I don't think it′s what I had in mind
(Death won't bring what you think it will)
I hope I find some rest in this life
(Death won't bring what you think it will)

(Death won′t bring what you hope it will)

(Death won′t bring what you think it will)
(Death won't bring what you think)