Old, Broken Isle

It's the ache in your chest pulls your eyes to the West

As the sun passes under the skyline

The crash of the tides with the passing of time

And the glint on the waves when the moon shines

When the sound of the sea and the gulls on the breeze

Are the only things breaking the silence

At the edge of the world with the tide as it turns

On that solitary spot when the sun sets

Carry my mind on the biting wind

Let me float for a while

Leave me alone with the sea as it sings

On the coast of my old, broken isle

Broken seashells and the tales that they tell

Of the turmoil felt under the ocean

Found scattered around on this gold, rippled ground

These sands in perpetual motion

Cigarette butts and declarations of love

That the sand and the seas have now covered

Things lost once before on this glittering shore

Just the passing of time can discover

Carry my mind on the biting wind

Let me float for a while

Leave me alone with the sea as it sings

On the coast of my old, broken isle

Alone on the sand feeling peace coming back

As I'm carried away from the city

It's a piece of my mind getting harder to find

When the rush of the inland comes with me

And it's a kind of escape hearing waves as they break

With the patchwork of hills all around me

Trail of prints in the sand and your arm in my hand

As we walk to the roar of the sea

Carry my mind on the biting wind

Let me float for a while

Leave me alone with the sea as it sings

On the coast of my old, broken isle

On the coast of my old, broken isle

On the coast of my old, broken isle