On the banks of a sunset beach Messages scratched in sand Beneath a roaming home of stars Young boys try their hand A spanish harbouring of sorts In catalonian bars They were pulled from a sinking ship And saved for last
On the waterfront the rain Is pouring in my heart Here the memories come in waves Raking in the lost and found of years And though I'd like to laugh At all the things that led me on Somehow the stigma still remains
Watch the train steam full ahead As it takes the bend Empty carriages lose their tracks And tumble to their end So the world shrinks drop by drop As the wine goes to your head Swollen angels point and laugh This time your God is dead
On the waterfront the rain Is pouring in my heart Here the memories come in waves Raking in the lost and found of years And though I'd like to laugh At all the things that led me on Somehow the stigma still remains
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