With a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue
Dissolve the nerves that have just begun.
Listening to Marvin (all night long.)
This is the sound of my soul,
This is the sound.
Always slipping from my hands,
Sand's a time of its own.
Take your seaside arms and write the next line.
Oh I want the truth to be known.
C`mone, singing!!!