The Painting of the Bay

When I was eight, I knew nothing

And ten thousand days away, I still know nothing

The painting of the bay, it means nothing

In any other life, I'd choose you every time

And any other day, I'd stay and wait for you every time

And as you fade away from me, the sea's still blue

And it hurts, and it hurts, and it hurts, and it hurts, yeah, woohoo

The trees cower down like London in the rain

The sea stands tall like a promise behind the houses

The houses are made of clay

The bay, the bay remains the same

The bay, the bay, and it means nothing

In any other life, I'd choose you every time

And any other day, I'd stay and wait for you every time

And as you fade away from me, the sea's still blue

And it hurts, and it hurts, and it hurts, and it hurts, yeah, woohoo

Yeah, woohoo

I came alone, I came alone to meet you at the bay

I came alone, I came alone to meet you at the bay

I came alone, I came alone to meet you at the bay

You never came, so I went into the sea

You never came, so I went into the sea, yeah, woohoo

Yeah, woohoo

Yeah, woohoo