Spectacular Views

In steep cliffs, rocks all piled up Mysteries of your passing luck And ages pass, shells and bits of bone Forming new limestone To give things their turn There are no bad words For the coast today You never knew why you felt so good In the strangest of places Like in waiting rooms Or long lines that made you late Or mall parking lots on holidays There are no bad words For the coast today When we hold our breath Until nothing's left It all starts to fade See the stars From where the birds make their homes Staring back at us Indifferent but distanced perfectly Projected endlessly It's so fucking beautiful! There are no bad words For the coast today Then you ask "What's a palisade?" And if we're too late For happiness Then we move on out to the palisades When the sea pushes on the sand Where the views are cheap and spectacular They're spectacular If you would just take my hand