7th Wave

When the horses on the roundabout

Cease to smile

And the wind whips tarpaulin on

The deck-chair piles

And wet pebble-dash looks like skin

Of crocodiles

I take a ride down by the sea

Take a ride on my trusty steed

I grabbed life by the handlebars

And it begged me to stop

Rode it down the hill

Peddled hard right from the top

My skin was greedy for the thrill

Of a million rain-drops

My lungs they gorged on the gushing air

My eyes like pin-balls darting everywhere

Well I know

The 7th wave is the biggest wave

Mother used to say

But they will roll back

Into the sea the very same way

I look up and see a thundercloud

Swoop and rise

But it’s the starlings from the pier

I quickly realize

As my front wheel buckles

And sends me up into the skies

And my face skids along wet concrete

And gets overtaken by my feet

Well I know

The 7th wave is the biggest wave

Mother used to say

But they will roll back

Into the sea the very same way

The 7th wave is the biggest wave

Mother used to say

But they will roll back

Into the sea the very same way

And lying on the ground

I see the 7th wave roll in

Like an excited puppy

Tongue out clattering

And tripping

I see it as it makes its way

Up the beach; grasping

And see it swallowed up by the sea

So I set fire to my rusty steed

Well I know

The 7th wave is the biggest wave

Mother used to say

But they will roll back

Into the sea the very same way

The 7th wave is the biggest wave

Mother used to say

But they will roll back

Into the sea the very same way