Post-coital

Campfire Girls

I heard you calling

And calling again

My phone is ringing

Its off the hook, again

I heard you talking

Talking to your friends

My ears are ringing

But I'm off the hook, again



I tried to tell you

I slipped right through your hands

Again and again

But you never understand



The summer is coming

Its in the wind

The winter is gone

And not coming back, just yet

The beach is crawling

With children in the sand

The parents will call them

But they will not answer, ever again



I tried to tell you

I slipped right through your hands

Again and again

But you never understand

I'll never do that again

I'll be there until the end



The winter is coming

Its in the wind

The autumn is gone

And not coming back, ever again

The beach is crawling

With children in the sand

The parents will call them

But they will not answer, ever again



I tried to tell you

I slipped right through your hands

Again and again

But you never understand

I'll never do that again

I'll be there until the end