I need a summer beach day.

With every sun that sets I am feeling more like a stranger on a foreign shore, with that eroding beach disappearing from underneath.  And when my mirror speaks it never minces words 'cause these eyes don't shine half as bright as they used to do and they haven't for quite awhile. 'Cause I'm a man who hides from all that binds and a mess of fading lines.  And there's a tangled thread inside my head with nothing on either end. - Death Cab for Cutie