Abigail’s on a South American mountain side
I’m in town on the underground with The Count of Monte Cristo
Oh the things that I can’t reach
Thinking up new ways to wreck a nice beach
A friend whose singing songs in a hotel bar just to stay in Santiago
He’s gonna cheat his fate so he won’t go back to teach
Oh and I’m not far behind him
Coming up with new ways to wreck a nice beach
Wreck me with your company
When you come back lie to me.
If I was called to a foreign land i would waste my time with prowess
Like wasting time was a worth while occupation
Rolling in the grass not the money
coming up with new ways to leave a nice beach
Wreck me with your company
When you come back lie to me
If loneliness comes with his ancient hands
And leads you down to a perfect shore
Where you’ve got it all but there must be more
Oh that’s where you’ll find me
Coming up with new ways to wreck a nice beach
Spoil me with your company
When you come back lie to me
So drink a measure, forget to sleep
wreck me with your company