Lirieke: New Model Army. Wipe Out.

This is where we go to - to the blue of the ocean
On the 30 westbound to the diamond water
Lost out in the white waves - salt purification
Bright eyes and breathless - this is how Love feels
Wash away the black stuff, wash away the road-dirt
In the thrill of the wipe-out, feel it pulling you under
This is where it saved your life in the days of the new beginning
All the sweet redemption lines that you wrote and told a thousand times
This is where we go to - to the blue of the ocean
On the 30 westbound to the diamond water
On the back-lanes down to the sea we pulled to the side of the road
Danced together in the headlights beam to the songs on the radio
Cheek to cheek . . .


We're up on the cliff tops as the dusk falls and the wind drops down,
the last of the light fading in the sky out to the west;
and far out to sea, the water glows iridescent, perfect, like a promise
of warm water in the shallows, cold water out in the deep,
splashing on my face and rolling over, over, over . . .