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