Letra de The beach

There´s a hole in the roof, and the rain´s comin´ down,
The roads are all flooded, there´s no way back to town,
And this ship we came in on, has just run aground,
You know fate has a funny way of comin´ around

The memories we´ve buried, have now taken seed,
When spring time comes they´ll turn into weeds,
And they´ll creep through your window to smother your dreams,
you know fate has a funny way of comin´ around

Oh they´ll carve our names like scripture,
To the souls of their feet,
Every footprint that they take,
It will tell of our deed,

Drowning lies, oh they´re following me,
Till the flow tide comes, to swallow,
the beach,

This bottle of bourbon´s now dry as a bone,
It drank us all up and then it left us alone,
Well we sense whats to come, but we can´t choke it down,
you know fate has a funny way of coming around