At the high tide line, driftwood and shells
That's where she said we could leave our clothes
Where the moon dissolves in the wet sand.

Theres no-one here tonight
The whole towns still at the shore.
She said she'd seen me come alone 
And did I need a lift back home,
Cause she was leaving
For some people you can see right through
But I never ever guessed how much she knew, 
And that she'd been talking,
She's been talking,
She's been talking to my friends.

I hated it tonight,
I hate their precious scene,
I hate the way they all compete,
And the way they wipe their feet on each other.

But she is not like them,
She holds herself away,
And she laughs behind their backs,
And I love when she does that.
Still I never let her see, 
No I never never wanted charity.

But now she's been talking,
She's been talking,
She's been talking to my friends.

She's been talking,
She's been talking,
She's been talking to my friends.

Car headlights creep across the sea
Now she's sailing close to me.
And she,
And she,
She's been talking,
She's been talking,
She's been talking to my friends.
She's been talking,
She's been talking,
She's been talking to my friends.
She's.