Afternoon moonrise. Long light. Low sun.
Shingle hush. Slow dusk. Ruination.
The foreshore is moving as if it were alive
Ebb tide grades shingle finer then fine
Wave by wave, we move away
The king's in his cradle, the bomb's in its bay.
The foreshore is moving because it is alive.
Stand for the anthem hear the siren cry...
Wave by wave, we move away
Closer away. Wave by wave we're closer away.
It was all sea once
It was all sea once
It was all sea once
It was all sea once
It was all sea once, in a long unbroken line.
It was all sea once, in a long unbroken line.
It was all sea once, in a long unbroken line.
It was all sea once, in a long unbroken line.
It was all sea once, in a long unbroken line.
It was all sea once, in a long unbroken line.
It was all sea once, in a long unbroken line.
It was all sea once, in a long unbroken line.
It was all sea once, in a long unbroken line.