All this short summer night long I've been waiting for you

Just to give me a sign that you feel this way too



There are people on the streets for the weekend 

But I don't hear them



There are others I could meet for the weekend 

But I don't see them



Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city

Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city



I have a dream, of an inky blue sea

You could give up your job and go there with me



I know we'd miss the football and the dancing

There's always something



And you'd worry that the people here'd be talking

But that's nothing



Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city

Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city



In the morning I sit on the train and wonder 

If I can go through all this again you know I 

Feel like staying till the end of the line this time... 

This time,  this time,  this time 



Oh yeah.   uh huh.



We come to fight and dream in this fairground of a town

Through the sweet and sickly streets from the airless undergrounds

While the planes fly out of Heathrow taking people late at night

To where the fields are like Australia in the early morning light



Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city

Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city



Talk to me like the sea 

In the morning I sit on the train



Talk to me like the sea

Hey hey hey



Talk to me like the sea 

In the morning I sit on the train



Talk to me like the sea

Oh oh yeah



Talk to me like the sea

Oh yeah, I sit on the train.



Talk to me like the sea