Pale in the morning sunlight, the seabirds fly by the factories.
The electric towers stand in lines on the water's edge.
Silhouetted cormorant arched it's wings to dry them at low tide, yesterday afternoon.
In the mist of morning, 5 o' clock, sister drives me to the station. We talk and laugh as we wait, then embrace, then say goodbye.
In silent, slow motion I ride the train beside the ocean.
In silent, slow motion I ride the train beside the sea.
Many words are in my heart I'll never say and feeling incomplete I'm bound away and a deep red is the colour of the air today.
So we're riding through the hill town, watch the railway from your garden.
Rollercoaster river train - now I look to see her from my window find the garden . We're sailing past your house now but I see the blinds are down.
In silent, slow motion I ride the train beside the ocean.
In silent, slow motion I ride the train beside the sea.
I am a lonely traveller in time, I'm counting out the years I'll never find. And oh so sad and heavy is this heart of mine. Well we come at last to the city, you can feel its weight upon the ground. You wonder how to breath in an atmosphere of oil an noise. This is where my father lives, though he was born beside the sea.
In silent, slow motion I ride the train beside the ocean.
In silent, slow motion I ride the train beside the sea.