Standing by the sea of love cast into forlorn waters
A lonesome soul she is, with thorns in her wounded heart
Her eyes, they follow the ships that they sail by
Until they sail away into the horizon and never return
Fearful of thorns, but roses are nowhere to be found
By the beach of a thousand tears, another million fears
No sight of a flicker of hope nowhere near
Because her hands are placed rightly so over her dry eyes
Longing to leave where she is, by the sea of eternal passing ships
To walk away from the sea she once thought she knew so well
She turns a deaf ear to the call of the rolling, thundering waves
Still knowing one day, somehow, she'll return to the shore of the sea
and be bewitched by the sea again
and be bewitched by the sea again
and be bewitched by the sea again
There's no running away
