On the banks of a sunset beach

Messages scratched in sand

Beneath a roaming home of stars

Young boys try their hands

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

Making in the lost and found of years

Somedays


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

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

Making in the lost and found of years

And through I'd like to laugh

At all the things that led me on

Somehow the stigma still remains