The crowded future stings my eyes
I still find time to exercise
In uniform with two white stripes

Unlock my section of the sand
It´s fenced off to the water´s edge
I clamp a gasmask on my head

On my beach at night
Bathe in my moonlight

Another tanker´s hit the rocks
Abandoned to spill out its guts
The sand is laced with sticky glops

O´ Shimmering moonlight sheen upon
The waves and water clogged with oil
White gases steam up from the soil

On my beach at night
Bathe in my moonlight

I squash dead fish between my toes
Try not to step on any bones
I turn around and I go home

I slip back through my basement door
Switch off all that I own below
Dive in my scalding wooden tub

My own beach at night
Electric Moonlight

There will always be a moon
Over Marin