(Don McGlashan)

At the high tide line

Driftwood and shells

That's where she said we could leave our clothes

Where the moonlight dissolves in the wet sand

There's no-one here tonight

The whole town's still at the show

She said she'd seen me come alone

And did I need a lift back home, 'cause she was leaving

Well some people you can see right through

But I never, never guessed how much she knew

And that she'd been talking

She's been talking

She's been talking to my friends

I hated it tonight

I hate her precious scene

I hate the way they all compete

And the way they wipe their feet on each other

But she is not like them

She holds herself away

And she laughs behind their backs

And I love it when she does that

Still I'd never let her see

No I never, never wanted charity

But now she's been talking

She's been talking

She's been talking to my friends

She's been talking

She's been talking

She's been talking to my friends

Car headlights creep

Across the sea

Now she's swimming

Close to me

And she

And she

She

She's been talking

She's been talking

She's been talking to my friends

She's been talking

She's been talking

She's been talking to my friends

She's been talking

She's been talking

She's been talking to my friends

She's...