No Peace At All - Aldous Harding

I live in a small pale house

A moment’s march from the beach

My day is growing near

And here I find no peace at all

And here I find no peace at all

I hear the summer sounds

Silent only we keep on

The dirt in my fingerprint

Left roads winding on your peeling skin

And here I find no peace at all

And here I find no peace at all

I live in a small pale house

A moment’s march from the beach

My day is growing near

And here I find no peace at all

And here I find no peace at all