Lyrics

I shunned the club
But I would have joined
Had I been asked
I wasn't good enough
As the crowd becomes a throng
And, heaving, lurches as one
And your feet don't touch the ground
Like the power of the ocean
As it lifts you off the sand
As if to carry you away
Things will change
You don't know how
And can't be told
So make mistakes
And never be afraid
I want tenderness
I love tenderness
The line of least resistance
Glass sharp as razorshells
Remember glass that you are sand
And into sand you will return