West Pier

A sense of disillusion keeps on tainting all my dreams

For all my dreams have turned into blindfolded memories

Like a traumatized boy by the seaside

After secretly watching"Jaws" in his room at night

Waiting and waiting when he could have travelled

The whole world and discovered an island

Goodbyes are getting shorter and your cold lips taste so stale

After seven years in heaven we´re slowly sliding down to hell

I´m trying to hold on to remnants from the past

At least to a few at last

Rewriting the remains of the plot for a different cast

I´d love to go back to Brighton again

To lie under darkening thundering towering skies

Listening to Lovesongs

I´d love to go back to Brighton again

I´d love to go back to Brighton once again

Once again

One last time

I long to kiss the dimples on your cheeks like years before

When lately I feel emptier than the bottles on the floor

Like a bird being stuck in a chimney

So bored of his only song

Instead of watching the sun go up

I should rather be watching my son grow up

I´d love to go back to Brighton again

To lie under darkening thundering towering skies

Listening to Lovesongs

Awake every night til the tide will come in

So desperately reaching far back into the past

With nothing to hold on

I´d love to go back to Brighton again

To lie under darkening thundering towering skies

Listening to Lovesongs

Awake every night til the tide will come in

So desperately reaching far back into the past

With nothing to hold on

And with nothing to last