In steep cliffs with rocks all piled up mysteries of your pa**ing luck Ages pa** shells and bits of bone forming new limestone to give things their turn There are no bad words for the coast today You never knew why you felt so good in the strangest of places Like in waiting rooms or long lines that made you late or mall parking lots on holidays There are no bad words for the coast today when we hold our breath until nothing's left it all starts to fade We can see the stars from where the birds make their homes staring back at us Indifferent but distanced perfectly projected endlessly it's so f**ing beautiful There are no bad words for the coast today then you ask what's a palisade and if we're too late for happiness?