The Shore

There is no one who will take me by that shore Close to the smoke, far from the fires of your harbour. But if I am awake this time I'll know All over your eyes, a storm is rolling over, rolling over. Oh you can take away the divine my dear And comb your hair And I won't mind at all. Even when the thought's behind I came just to remind you I love you so. There is no one who will take me by that shore But the waves rushing down The waves rushing down on your shoulders. And if I am awake this time I'll know All over your eyes, a storm is nearly over Nearly over And you can take away the divine my dear And comb your hair And I won't mind at all. Even when the thought's behind I came just to remind you I love you so I love you so I love you so.