Breakwater Grin

[Verse 1]
The sodium glare on the Summerleaze tarmac, August '09.
You traced the crack in the windscreen, a salt-crusted line.
The chippy was shut, the tourists had fled.
Left a silence so sharp in the back of my head.

[Chorus]
A breakwater grin and a dare on the wind.
We swore we'd jump in when the tide line got thin.
A foolish high mark on a night dark and deep.
A promise the grey Atlantic would keep.

[Verse 2]
The concrete lip burned cold through my jeans.
We were kings of the coast, just a couple of teens.
"No one will know," you said, a ghost of wet smoke.
It was half a confession and half a bad joke.

[Chorus]
A breakwater grin and a dare on the wind.
We swore we'd jump in when the tide line got thin.
A foolish high mark on a night dark and deep.
A promise the grey Atlantic would keep.

[Bridge]
That waterline scar on the wall of the pool
Still catches the light when the evening is cool.
A sedimentary layer from a different town.
Before the foundations went down.

[Outro]
Yeah, we jumped in.
The cold shock rings now and then.