Water's Edge

They take apart their bodies like toys for the local boys

Because they're always there at the edge of the water

They come from the capitol, these city girls go way down

Where the stones meet the sea

And all you young girls, where do you hide

Down by the water, in the restless tide

And the local boys hide on the mound and watch

Reaching for the speech and the word to be heard

And the boys grow hard, hard to be heard

Hard to be heard as they reach for the speech

And search for the word on the water's edge

But you grow old and you grow cold

Yea you grow old and you grow cold

They would come in their hordes, these city girls

With white strings flowing from their ears

As the local boys behind the mound

Think long and hard about the girls from the capitol

Who dance at the water's edge, shaking their asses

And all you young lovers where do you hide

Down by the water, in the restless tide

With a bible of tricks they do with their legs

The girls reach for the speech and the speech to be heard

To be hard, the local boys teem down the mound

And seize the girls from the capitol

Who shriek at the edge of the water

Shriek to speak, and reach for the speech

Reach for the speech to be heard

But you grow old and you grow cold

Yea you grow old and you grow cold

You grow old

Their legs wide to the world like bibles open

To be speared and taking their bodies apart like toys

They dismantle themselves by the water's edge

And reach for the speech and the wide wide world

Ah, God knows our local boys

It's the will of love

It's the thrill of love

Ah, but the chill of love is coming on

It's the will of love

It's the thrill of love

Ah but the chill of love is coming on

It's the will of love

It's the thrill of love

Ah but the chill of love is coming down, people