On the Beach - Dirty Projectors

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