I've been down to North Marine Drive
A road curling round by your sea
A sea that matches all of your moods

A place where we always agree.

And I've been down to North Marine Drive

Where I have scratched our names in the sand
And watched the sea take them away
Two names scratched in every spray.


And I've been on a desolate cliff
Where once a great castle had been

And stood, with the wind in my mouth,
On a wall so the sea could be seen


And here a chapel once stood
But now, just a handful of stones.
But we, we are building it up

Ours as we stand here alone.