On the banks of a sunset beach, messages scratched in sand
Beneath a roaming home of stars, young boys try their hand
A Spanish harbouring of sorts in Catalonian bars
They were pulled from a sinking ship and saved for last
On the waterfront, the rain is pouring in my heart
Here, the memories come in waves, raking in the lost and found of years
And though I'd like to laugh at all the things that led me on
Somehow, the stigma still remains
Watch the train steam full ahead as it takes the bend
Empty carriages lose their tracks and tumble to their end
So the world shrinks drop by drop as the wine goes to your head
Swollen angels point and laugh, "This time, your god is dead"
On the waterfront, the rain is pouring in my heart
Here, the memories come in waves, raking in the lost and found of years
And though I'd like to laugh at all the things that led me on
Somehow, the stigma still remains
Is our love strong enough?
