It's Really Hard To Know What People

I Want To Thank You My Sweet Darling For Digging In The Mud And Picking Me Up.

We Take Our Last Look At The Killing Noise.

Your People I Do Not Understand, So To You I Shall Put An End, And You'll Never Hear Surf Music Again.

May The Dreams Of Your Past Be The Reality Of Your Future.

Will The Wind Ever Remember The Names It Has Blown In The Past? And With Its Crutch, Its Old Age, And Its Wisdom, It Whispers No This Will Be The Last.