The Acorn - Plateau Ramble Lyrics

Lay another down to the pile
You keep it at your feet
The faces come in and out
Nothing familiar in a while

It didn't take that long
To move from A to B
Shakes and from your feet

Though it would appear from your smile
That heaven was in reach
Swallow and spit it out
A market of passion and denial

The precious noise of wounded boys in heat
They fall apart as Sunday skirts recede

Oh you long to be
But the waterway retreats
And shakes hands with the sea