Resort Lyrics

Sitting on an orange sun lounger

Underneath a yellow parasol

All that's left at the bottom of the pool

Is a tone of ash and a foot of black mold

And a swollen shadow of a diving board

Looms over the deep end with menace

Mud comes trickling down

Mud comes trickling down

Every marble step

Like a staircase for the dead

Like a fountain out of hell

Wrap myself up in a nylon dust sheet

Salvaged from the fallen scaffold

The wind is blowing up the tarpaulin

The sun is grey and the air is getting cold

And an iron claw of an unmanned crane

Is circling above the complex

I begin my ascent

I begin my ascent

Up the marble stairs – like a staircase for the dead

To the highest board

Above the empty pool

Chlorine stains the walls

I feel nothing as a I fall

A barrier gate is bent and snapped

Where it's been hit on impact

Like the damaged frame of a vending machine

That's been thrown down a stair well

Mud is trickling down

Mud is trickling down

Like a fountain out of hell

I begin my ascent

I begin my ascent

Up the marble steps – like a staircase for the dead

To the highest board

My shadow fills the floor

Of the empty pool

It grows larger as I fall