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
That hurts 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