Stones On The Beach

Please be quiet and cool
Don’t let yourself touch
No fear, no feeling
Don’t drive away
Knife let it be
Switch yourself off
Be only a machine
But I know that I can murder
Like the stones on the beach
Then going in the silence
Dividing the stones from the sand
A quiver on the chair
Hands fill up your glass
Pogues on the radio
Hands hold down your knees
Nothing for the news
Switch yourself off
Be only a machine