I flipped many a dime I sutured myself blind To the odds, to the streaks My head is spinning A lion sprang from who knows where Now its claws are shining, bare I have thrown into the well a rusty token Now its crimson waters run through drains everywhere Dying blue, green, red, The sulky mansions When the pastels Froze they made up the sullen coast And the shoreline it withdrew in anger Now I'm here all alone Though you live up the road My playground, it's crumbled into powder It's the thinnest sand you can find on my land And the Shoreline, it's flooding in, In anger And whether it's tails or heads I think I'll go ahead And slide down the silvery blue And then in painful strides With the stream I'll collide And reverse the tide and conquer Now the air has died down And the waters have drowned And I'm here on my blond colony I summon and expel I rule out and unveil My plans to reap and steer unduly But soon my echo drowns Into muffled rebounds I stomped in only to limp away So very lame I strive To make up for last pride But the shoreline it's roaring with laughter