Waterfront

On the banks of a sunset beach

Messages scratched in sand

Beneath a roaming home of stars

Young boys try their hand

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

Raking in the lost and found of years

And though I'd like to laugh

At all the things that led me on

Somehow the stigma still remains

 

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

As 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

Raking in the lost and found of years

And though I'd like to laugh

At all the things that led me on

Somehow the stigma still remains

 

Is our love strong enough?

 

Promise

(The Cult of Eurydice)

 

The silence of the park

The moonshine after dark

Came to keep her company

The tiny golden cross lay upon her throat

Hands clutching tight her rosary

 

The rain upon her lips

Eyes opened with a kiss

Just too late for us to see

She sits upon the ground

Face covered by a shroud of midnight canopy

 

And when the lightning starts

The secrets in her heart

Merge within the rain patterns

And when the shadows fall

The promise of it all

Is lost inside the tears that linger on

 

All the things we'd hoped

Would always keep us close

Stand between us now, as fences

The letters that we wrote

Have all gone up in smoke

And now you're just too far to listen in

 

When all but hope is lost

You believe at any cost

In things that make the living lighter

And when the shadows fall

The promise of it all

Is lying in the bed besider her

Songtext: Sylvian, David