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 pa**ion 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