Beach House Down The Shore

A cold water artist's garrett
In the eaves under the attic
This passacaglia won't write itself

I'm chasing after dissonance
And wasting all my innocence
Put the books back up on the shelf

Beach house down the shore
Beach house down the shore
You rent it for a week
And drop the key back under the door

Sunday through Saturday
We'll fight through traffic all the way
Stock up on toilet paper and beer

Fall asleep out on the sand
Hope that this burn turns to a tan
Text you that "we wish you were here"

Beach house down the shore
Yeah beach house down the shore
And when the week is over
You'll only want to do it some more

Calliopes and shifting sands
Musique Concrete for shifting hands
A storm is rising over the sea

Syncopated thunder rolls
Tympanis and woodwind blows
Your fingers sliding over my knee

Beach house down the shore
Beach house down the shore
You rent it for a week
And drop the key back under the door

The boardwalk and amusement park
We'll crawl the bars just after dark
Play mini-golf the day that it rains

Body surf and play frisbee
Hit on all the girls we see
And hope this place will never change

Beach house down the shore
Beach house down the shore
And when the week is over
You'll only want to do it some more