Waterfront - David Sylvian

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 I’d 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 I’d like to laugh

At all the things that led me on

Somehow the stigma still remains

Is our love strong enough?