Coma Beach Lyrics
"Suicide Season (Not Waving, But Drowning)"

A girl committed suicide
On a sullen sultry summer's day
And her friends, they didn't understand
'Cause she'd always been so good and gay
It all began when she reached that age
When it dawned on her there's no way out
When innocence dies
And shadows rise
To impervious highs
Day in, day out
On the very evening that she crashed
Her boyfriend told her they should talk
But she just shook her little head
And she went out for a little walk
Alone with her fears
Alone with her tears
Her pills, a knife
And six little beers
She climbed to the top
And didn't stop
'Til her head burst open
With a plop

Just a matter of where and when
Suicide season's here again
Close your tired eyes and then
Suicide season's here again

A boy committed suicide
On an ordinary awful autumn's day
And his mother couldn't understand
How her life had turned so sad and grey
It all began on that special day
When his girlfriend shook her little head
And she went out for a little walk
To paint the black soil crimson red
On that night before he slashed his wrists
He had a dream of a broken spine
So the following day
He took a bath
With a razor-blade
At half past nine
His mother found him - red
water, lifeless
Gone, dead
Shivering and quivering
She fell on her bed
To have her last cup
Didn't want to wake up
And her husband drove to town
And got drunk in a pub

Just a matter of where and when
Suicide season's here again
Close your tired eyes and then
Suicide season's here again

A man committed suicide
On a windy wistful winter's day
And there was no one left to ask themselves
Why he ended up in that bloated way
It all began when he lost his son
Then he lost his wife
Then he lost his mind
And his neighbours merely shook their heads
While he tried to hide and seek and find
On Christmas Eve, before he drowned
He drank so much that he couldn't walk
So he took his car
And drove somewhere
To find someone
To whom he could talk
There was no one there
'Cause people just care
About cash and gossip
And the clothes they wear
He jumped into the stream
To leave this madman's dream
And desperately hoped to wake up
With a scream

Just a matter of where and when
Suicide season's here again
Close your tired eyes and then
Suicide season's here again

Self-consciousness is a curse