كلمات On The Beach

On the beach The sun bleached the gathered forms With coats and ties and sighs All formal, they waitied for me Blackened backs facing I waited for their formation to break As a welcoming smile breaks And is disarming But the comittee did not turn I grew aware that they knew that I was there There were retorts but no one cared There were retorts but no one cared I waited for their formation to break As a welcoming smile breaks And is disarming