The Wave Pictures - A Crack In The Plans

Between the black paint peeling
And the endless seabirds scheming
Clouds of sulphur hanging low
Over the very thing that means the most to you
A tumbledown cottage in a lost oak forest
I did the knowledge and then I forgot it
Yeah, I've forgotten more than you will ever know

There is a crack in the plans
There is a crack in the plans

For these red lips
For these blue eyes
For his wandering feet
For these dead hips
For these new lies
For this wonderful street

Down to the long sands alone
Four days squandered in the tide
I looked a fox in the face once
In the shadow of a burger stand
My eyes, my hands, like spider webs
My gut, a soft white tyre
A rabbit in the yellow leaves
The sooty finger of a tree