Offshore Lyrics - Bell X1

You haven't changed at all 

Not much does in a frame on a wall 

The paper's tarred and brown 

If I hold you too close, you blur 

Fearing it will fade away in darkness 

So throw it overboard 

And the next time we hit shore 

I will stay behind 

But she's washed up on the shore 

Her salty spit her pours so pure 

Leaves me choking on the sand 

And her waves come in again 

And she takes my hand 

Gotta hold myself away 

By blocking out the light of day 

I can't hold you the way that I used to. 

A picture you truly are 

All legs and suicide 

And where there's no room for lies 

She lies across the breeze 

Calling to me