Well, I'm here but where are you? You're inside with better things to do With better things to do like sitting in a room And staring at computer screens
Do you want to go to the seaside? I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go I fell in love at the seaside I handled my charm with time and slight
Fill your pockets full of river stones For us, deep beneath the soul On your stockings a songbird sang Alone, all alone Oh, these things that hold onto
I went to the water's edge Forgot I couldn't swim I went to the water's edge All ready to jump in I saw the water shimmer I heard the wind howl I saw
Home by the sea Home by the sea Home by the sea Home by the sea Creeping up the blind side, shinning up the wall Stealing through the dark of night Climbing
Heard from the TV of the latest bombing The girls were dancing She was coming of age Shells fired out Flowers mowed down Innocence targeted Whose God
Mourir devant, courir derriere Se taire en attendant En attendant que faut il faire Gagner la guerre ou simplement Ne plus vouloir la faire Dans cet enfer
Light starts in a dark place The story of a car chase And I've become the criminal And fleeing from the scene being caught in a bad dream The truth becomes
Once at night I sat among mortals Afraid of what the future would bring Drowning dreams in polluted visions As I heard the mourning angel sing A bloody
I'm at the water's edge and I'm gearing closer This is where I will be, where you can find me My shadow's kissing secrets, my heart's in agony I never
I only want to sit Alone beside the sea Awake another night To understand What in the world Does make this place So beautiful I only want to hear Everything
So afraid You hesitate I swim across At water?s edge You stop and gather moss Look ahead The churning sea can be your friend With one foot in The journey
Walking on the seaside With a sunset over blue Hand in hand with you Listen to the waves break On a blanket spread for two Hand in hand with you If
A la orilla de un palmar yo vi de una joven bella su boquita de coral sus ojitos dos estrellas Al pasar le pregunte que quien estaba con ella
The voices of riots, overloading with hate, Returning to life tell the truth, The tongues of indictment, Nailed to history's gate, Revenge for inflicted
(ronnie scott/ steve wolfe) Producers for bonnie: hugh murphy/ ronnie scott/ steve wolfe You asked me to come And so here I am Has everything gone According
Well Billy bought a Chevy '40 Coupe Deluxe Chrome wheels, stick shift Give her gas, pop the clutch Little girls on the corner Like a diamond they
In the middle of the night I had a vision It was bigger than life Standing on the edge of my bed She said "come here, don't be afraid" Her tongue
