They take apart their bodies like toys for the local boys
Because they're always there at the edge of the water
They come from the capital, these city girls
Go way down where the stones meet the sea
And all you young girls where do you hide
Down by the water, in the ɾestless tide
And the local boys hide on [C7]the mound and [Bm]watch
Reaching for [Dm7]the speech and [Bm]the word to [C7]be [Am]heard
And the boys grow hard, hard to [C7]be [Am]heard
Hard to [C7]be [Am]heard as they ɾeach for [Dm7]the speech
And search for [Dm7]the word on [C7]the water's edge
But you [A7grow old and [Bm]you [A7grow cold
Yeah you [A7grow old and [Bm]you [A7grow cold
They would come in their hordes, these city girls
With white stɾings flowing from their ears
As the local boys behind the mound
Think long [Am]and [Bm]hard about the girls from the capital
Who dance at the water's edge, shaking their asses
And all [Em]you [A7young lovers where do you [A7hide
Down by the water, and [Bm]the ɾestless tide
With a bible of tɾicks they do with their legs
The girls ɾeach for [Dm7]the speech and [Bm]the speech to [C7]be [Am]heard
To be [Am]hard, the local boys teem [A]down the mound
And seize the girls from the capitol
Who shriek at the edge of the water
Shriek to [C7]speak, and [Bm]ɾeach for [Dm7]the speech
Reach for [Dm7]the speech and [Bm]be [Am]heard
But you [A7grow old and [Bm]you [A7grow cold
Yeah you [A7grow old and [Bm]you [A7grow cold
You grow old
Their legs wide to [C7]the world like [F]bibles open
To be [Am]speared and [Bm]taking their bodies apart like [F]toys
They dismantle themselves by the water's edge
And ɾeach for [Dm7]the speech and [Bm]the wide wide world
Ah, God knows the local boys
It's the will of love
It's the thrill of love
Ah, but the chill of love is coming on
It's the will of love
It's the thrill of love
Ah, but the chill of love is coming on
It's the will of love
It's the thrill of love
Ah, but the chill of love is coming down, people
