Beached (Where the Psycho's Heart Was)

[Verse 1 - fingerpicked guitar, whisper vocal]
I dug for the ocean / Found only dust
Built you a surfboard / Out of my own rust
I waited on the shoreline / That wasn't there
Counted every grain of sand / Pulled out my hair

[Chorus - full band enters softly, reverb drowning]
Beached / Where the Psycho's heart was
Beached / Where the blood tide starts
Beached / I'm a whale without a wave
Beached / Waiting for a grave that's already dug

[Verse 2]
I carved your name in a rib cage / Hung it from a dune
I sang a song with no melody / Out of tune with the moon
The tide came in my dreams last night / Cold and blue and real
Then I woke up choking / On the way my heart could feel

[Chorus]
Beached / Where the Psycho's heart was
Beached / Where the blood tide starts
Beached / I'm a whale without a wave
Beached / Waiting for a grave that's already dug

[Bridge - guitar drops to just bass and reverb]
[sung clean, no distortion]
I remember water on my feet / I was young, I was small
My mother held my hand and said / "The ocean has it all"
She's dust now. Like the water. Like the sky.
But I still feel her fingers / Every time I close my eyes.

[pause]

[Outro - vocal alone, then single guitar note]
[sung, fading, each line quieter]
Beached... beached... where my heart was...
Beached... beached... because the ocean does...
...what the ocean does...

[spoken, barely audible]
It leaves.

Surf Rock, male, Key: E minor 
· Tempo: 60 BPM (slow, funeral march)