The Beach (Live)

There's a hole in the roof

And the rain's coming down

The roads are flooded

There's no way back to town

And the ship we came in on

Has just run aground

You know fate has a funny way

Of coming around

The memories we've buried

Have just taken seed

When springtime comes

They'll turn into weeds

And they'll creep through your window

To smother your dreams

You know fate has a funny way

Of coming around

Oh, they'll carve our names like scripture

To the soles of our feet

Each footprint that they take

It will tell of our beat

Till the night of thе following rain

Till the low tide comes to swallow pain

This bottlе of bourbon

Now dry as a bone

It drank us all up

Then it left us alone

Well we've since switched to skull pot

But we can't choke it down

You know fate has a funny way

Of coming around