We walk the seashore, like drunkards on stilts Her breath like wine, the air around like milk Small in stature, she rose above the filth; And I'll miss her, I'll miss her, like everyone will And at night you bite your fingers Over deeds that you despise We all forgive you And we'll all weep when you die And at night you bite your fingers Over deeds that you despise We all forgive you And we'll all weep when you die We walk the seashore, like drunkards on stilts Her breath like wine, the air around like milk Small in stature, she rose above the filth; And I'll miss her, I'll miss her, like everyone will