Crest
Summer’s halfway home
Most the beach we’ve combed
And now we wait
And now we wait
For the crest of that wave
Winter curls it's toes
Braced for heavy blows
The teeth sink in
The teeth sink in
Numbness spreads and makes us warm
We fight and love to lose
Of course that's just old news
Somehow it shakes
Somehow it makes us feel like we’re in motion
Joke's on us no doubt
Perception’s played us out
To be the fool
To be the tool
Ain’t half bad man, ain’t half bad
Summer’s halfway home
Most the beach we’ve combed
And still we wait
And still we wait
For the crest of that wave
For the crest of that wave
Writer/s: FRASER CAMPBELL, JJ BYARS
