The

crow-

ded

fu-

ture

stings

my

eyes

I

still

find

time

to

e-

xer-

cise

I-

n

u-

ni-

form

with

two

white

stripes

Un-

lock

my

sec-

tion

of

the

sand

It's

fenced

off

to

the

wa-

ter's

edge

I

clamp

a

gas

mask

on

my

head

On

my

beach

at

night

Bat-

he

in

my

moon-

light

A-

no-

ther

tan-

ker's

hit

the

rocks

A-

ban-

doned

to

spill

out

its

guts

The

sand

is

laced

with

stic-

ky

glops

Oh,

shimme-

ring

moon-

light

sheen

u-

pon

The

waves

and

wa-

ter

clogged

with

oil

White

ga-

ses

steam

u-

p

from

the

soil

On

my

beach

at

night

Bat-

he

in

my

moon-

light

I

squish

dead

fish

bet-

ween

my

toes

Try

not

to

step

on

a-

ny

bones

I

turn

a-

round

and

I

go

home

I

slip

back

through

my

ba-

sement

door

Switch

off

all

that

I

own

be-

low

Dive

in

my

scal-

din-

g

woo-

den

tub

My

own

beach

at

night

Bat-

he

in

my

moon-

light

'Ig-

ht

'Ig-

ht

There

will

al-

ways

be

a

moon

o-

ver

Ma-

rin