Run away,
And never look back.
Take your pain,
And leave it in the past.
Re-connect,
Only when there's nothing left.
Now's your time to feel at your best.
Now's your time to feel selfish.
A home in stone,
A memory across the waves.
And piece by piece,
The tide washes it away.
Beneath the foam,
There's a face staring back,
Telling me there is no place like home.
Because there never really was a home.
I keep dragging myself back there,
To the cove at Zenor,
To the beech in Devon.
Back to the amusement archades,
On Brighton's grand parade.
Till I've lost my way.
And in the dark,
There's a hand holding mine.
Across my face,
A kiss to say it's fine.
I feel a tear,
Rolling down my face.
It must have touched the lips that once were there.
And i look out and see nobody's there.
Home is hidden in the sand-dewns,
It's burried in the pebbles,
That sing beneth the waves.
The ripples sound like guitar strings,
The foam like tiny voices,
Begging me to stay.
The sea, the sea it takes me.
And drags me down in it's cold arms.
I drown and it frees me.
A sacrifice to your love.
I never came back,
No I never came back.
No I never, I never, I never,
I never came back
Oh, the sea, the sea it takes me.
And drags me down in it's cold arms.
I drown and it frees me.
A sacrifice to your love.
