Seaside Songtext
von The Echoing Green

All the flowers in the field of ours have withered away
And the sky that used to light our lives is ashen gray
As the clouds kiss the phone line and look back as if to say
"There′s nothing to see here, there's nothing to feel here"
And our dreams left like children by the wayside And our songs sung like secrets by the seaside
Could heaven come more quickly
And lift us from the embers and the cinders
That we remember of the fire that killed our hearts
And left us withered and grey?

There′s a tear inside of all our minds that time will not mend
There's a shroud around the setting's eyes here at the end
Yet our hopes shine like reagents in the half light
And our prayers, violent whispers by the seaside