Testo Up For Sale

Hear that sound
As the rain beats down
On the roof of our old summer home
There’s an old wind chime
And an up for sale sign
And the grass is long overgrown
Waves crash against the coast
While old ghosts are still haunting me Though the blinds have long been drawn
On whatever went on
In that old summer home by the sea

So farewell
To the crabs and shells
On the rocks on a cold windy day
And to little boy schemes
And the rush of nicotine
And the boat we set free in the bay
As the moon tugs upon the tide
Sad and wild eyes are still haunting me
Somewhere deep down in my bones
I will always feel alone
In that old summer home by the sea