Harbour Lights -

Seven Sisters, you showed me how to smile

Seven Sisters, gave me love and hurt in equal size

I’m afraid that I’ve strayed and there’s no turning back

I long for autumn, just to hide within a coat

I long for winter, just to have the streets all to myself

A hidden retreat or a stolen weekend

I’ll cling with weathered fingertips

Soft-focused melodies and

Swap decades of hectic streets for

A weekend’s faded memories

Where west coast harbour lights keep on calling me back

The lifeboats bob on the turning tide

The carousel spins silently in black and white

And those east coast 45s in their polythene sleeves

The needle drops and I’m feeling seasick

Hypnotised by the hiss and clicks

And the tidal streams

I’m sleepwalking back to the sea

Well I know, the winter takes its toll on you

Those hectic scenes, those unforgiving streets

Drive-by soundbites, in fifteen words or less

Chequebook politics, always in lower case

Just dodge the bullets and try to think of somewhere else

Seven Sisters, I love you but that’s it Swing Out Sister, take me anywhere just play the hits

I’m turning imperfect cartwheels on cold cobbled streets

I’ll cling with weathered fingertips

Soft-focused melodies and

Swap decades of hectic streets for

A weekend’s faded memories

Where west coast harbour lights keep on calling me back

Where the lifeboats bob on the turning tide

The carousel spins silently in black and white

And those east coast 45s in their polythene sleeves

The needle drops and I’m feeling seasick

Hypnotised by the hiss and clicks

And the tidal streams

I’m sleepwalking back to the sea

Well I know, the winter takes its toll on you

Those hectic scenes, those unforgiving streets

And I know, the temptation just to trade it in Those hectic scenes, for a weekend’s faded memories

Where west coast harbour lights keep on calling me back

Where the lifeboats bob on the turning tide

The carousel spins silently in black and white

And those east coast 45s in their polythene sleeves

The needle drops and I’m feeling seasick

Hypnotised by the hiss and clicks

And the tidal streams

I’m sleepwalking back to the sea