From a half way house
On Burnt Ash Hill
She looks out at the road that looks down tio the sea
where a boy in a beach hut is brewung up tea
She dreams of seahorse eggs, blaldder wrack, starfish in the sand
And the Balkan girls on the West Beach
With their prams.
We crossed the world for love and work
Lost out minds to both
Here is the wreckage of Dreamland
Eliot's Wasteland
We lie under Turner's pink skies
And dream of seahorse eggs, blaldder wrack, starfish in the sand
with the Balkan girls on the West Beach
With their prams.
From a half way house on a Westerly wind
Over The Sun In The Sands
She could leave like the tide past the windfarms
Far out to sea
Making tea
Dreams of seahorse eggs, blaldder wrack, starfish in the sand
And the Balkan girls on the West Beach
With their prams.