Esther walks the hall, carrying a candle
Listens at the wall, for a sign of life
Closing her eyes as the room fades away

Counting the chimes in the church of our saviour ringing out

To faces in the crowd


Simon drives this town, works a graveyard Sunday
Esther flags him down, doesn't speak a word

He hums to himself as the streets disappear
He catches himself looking back in the mirror filled with doubt


Two faces in the crowd

Chorus:

On the ferry from Dover to Calais
Arm in arm on a windswept day
I've got a photo of them sailing away


Mother's so pretty, father's so proud...


Verse III:

I stop to count the chimes, an orphan in the shadows

So little left behind, so much I'll never know
A list in 'The Times' of the lives lost at sea
An old photograph and a past that seems so like

Chorus:
On the ferry from Dover to Calais
Arm in arm on a windswept day

I've got a phot of them sailing away
Mother's so pretty, father's so proud...


Solo:

Esther walks the hall, carrying a candle

Listens at the wall, for a sign of life...