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 Id 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 Id like to laugh
At all the things that led me on
Somehow the stigma still remains


Is our love strong enough?