But oh, if I could only get you oceanside, to lay your muscles wide, it'd be heavenly. And oh, if I could only coax you overboard, to leave these lolling shores, to get you oceanside. Oceanside.
At rising tide, you're looking fresher than a July bride. We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized. The field is right for reaping. Oh well, I guess I'm nothing but a ne'er do well (even though that's something I could never do well) I'm on track and keeping.
But oh, if I could only get you oceanside to lay your muscles wide, it'd be heavenly. Oh, if I could only coax you overboard, to leave these lolling shores, to get you oceanside.
Oceanside, oceanside.
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Oceanside Lyrics

The Decemberists – Oceanside Lyrics