Faces in the Crowd - Alannah Myles

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…