Armchair Activist (Explicit)

Pressure in the sand

Feel the ground give way

Forming to the arch

It's a perfect day

White noise of the surf

Things are all okay

Sunset on the beach

Out here in the bay

And I never want to go back home

Fluid hits our toes

So cold on our feet

Succumb to the wash

Or run in retreat

Fall into the wave

No dry change of clothes

Laugh in tandem with

The water as it flows

And I never want to go back home