(Wilkinson)  



To be running so far away  

To rely on the perfect stranger  

True colours they suffer with age  

One look at the storm and fly straight on in  

To the rain and thunder  

Fool lover swept under the tide  

The storm was gathering around them  

He cast her off and put to sea  

Well, he'd found somebody new to steer him  

Through his dream  



She sailed him all around her coastline  

Every inlet every bay  

And though he knew it then  

He was too afraid to say it  



One day all alone he waited  

The silence crept beneath his door  

And as the room grew dark he knew  

She's come no more  



Drifting in the dead of night  

Show me landfall give me light