Из альбома: It Goes Without Saying
Loneliness, plays its wicked game with me
Maybe I'll be saved, but I have nothing to believe
With no-one in my arms, underneath a quiet sky
And nothing in my heart, a nothing symphony
The lonely people sail the sea
There'll be a storm inside of me
Until my ship comes in
All I have is what I am
On this island I will roam
Until my ship comes in
The radio, plays the same six songs a day
Automatic words, cruel and comforting to me
Everything is bleak, people-less, hollow and concrete
Staring at the sea, but my thoughts are far from meThe lonely people sail the sea
There'll be a storm inside of me
Until my ship comes in
All I have is what I am
On this island I will roam
Until my ship comes in
I was giving it a little more time
I was giving it a little more time
I was giving it a little more time
But things don't seem to be getting better
The lonely people sail the sea
There'll be a storm inside of me
Until my ship comes in
All I have is what I am
On this island I will roam
Until my ship comes in