I was Farrah Fawcett, you were Steve McQueen
And we rode your silver Grifter
Half the way from Aberdeen
And the waves fall
How they fall
I kept lookout in the marram gra**
U-boats on the skyline
Commandos at the pa**
And the waves fall
How they fall
The tide still ebbs and flows
Where the Ythan meets the ocean
And not even God himself
Ould can stop the northerlies from blowing
You can tear these dunes asunder
Pound this wonder into dust
With your cruel hands and crooked hearts
Laden with lust and expensive lies
But the haar will stumble in to cover your eyes
The haar will stumble in
You said "Michael blew the clouds away"
And sure a scarlet shard of sunset scores the granite grey
And the waves fall
How they fall
And the tide still ebbs and flows ...