Up For Sale - Cocoon, Matthew E. White

Hear that sound

As the rain beats down

On the roof of our old summer home

There’s an old wind chime

And an 'up for sale' sign

And the grass in long overgrown

Waves crash against the coast

While old ghosts

Are still haunting me

Though the blindes have long been drawned

Or whatever went on

In that old summer home by the sea

So farewell

To the crabes and shells

On the rocks, on a cold windy day

And the little boy’s shemes

And the rush of nicotine

And the boat we set free in the bay

As the moon tugs upon the tide

Sad and wild eyes

Are still haunting me

Somwhere deep down in my bones

I will always feel alone

In that old summer home by the sea

Though the bindes have long been drawned

Or whatever went on

Somwhere deep down in my bones

I will always feel alone

In that old summer home

By the sea