Drag your shadow down the street
Is it you I was to meet
With your saints there on a chain

Waiting on another rain

And I'm falling down

Where the waves will surround
To the roll and the pound
Of the wild, wild sea

Talking sweet to me

Marching in a slow parade

There are ashes where you laid
Sometimes I don't mind at all


And sometimes head against the wall
The tide will bring and tide will take
Find another horse to break

You're just a rider on a wheel
In a dream where love was real


And I'm going down
Where the waves will surround
To the roll and the pound

Of the wild, wild sea
Talking sweet to me