The Boy's Angry At The Water

[Verse] Grandma used to say [?] Give that boy a tennis ball and you won't see him for weeks, just you see The concentration of a sheep, at least he's up from 'neath our feet But there's a twitch behind his eyes, there's nothing settled in that mind [Verse] And now you're [?] with a scowl, the seagull's resting on your brow [?] but you can't remember how A voice like breaking glass in your auditory canal [?] there's no [?] to ride back now [Chorus] Like a moth to a flame, like a kid after a train The trouble is the flutter on the edge of the frame Like the slam of a door, like the death of the applause The trouble [?] [Verse] You pack those things in boxes organised by alphabet You ride your trike for miles and miles just trying now to forget You scratch each wound up muscle, punch the crap out of the bag Go searching on your scalp for the number, for the tag [Chorus] Like a moth to a flame, like a kid after the train The trouble is the flutter on the edge of the frame Like the slam of the door, like the death of the applause The trouble [?] [Outro] You hoist the main sail and raise those [?] Past the headland, to the [?] We ain't coming back home [?] Past the dry land and to the big drink We ain't coming back home Back home