A Figure In The Surf

A tree-lined road
Signposted nowhere
A frozen land (a frozen land)
A headlight somewhere
A headlight somewhere
This wasted life
That's supposed to make sense
But each day's alike
Just wake up one day
Just wake up one day
A dream I wrote
In a foreign land (in a foreign land)
I beat a snare drum made of sand
Now my hands are cold
The next thing I know
I'm right back where it all began
Where it all began
The stream of smoke
Rising from my hands (rising from my hands)
Starts forming something in the van
When the thing dissolves
I look across the road
A face, a figure in the surf
A figure in the surf
The dream I wrote
Signpost to nowhere
A frozen land
A headlight somewhere
Just wake up one day
Just wake up one day
Just wake up one day
I'm right back where it all began
Just wake up one day
Just wake up one day
I'm right back where it all began
Just wake up one day
Just wake up one day
I'm right back where it all began