Alex

Can you remember the sea, the swell and the spray, our dance of Thebes, now the kids have flown, gone away, look after their own homes, we dance on the beach, at the end of the day, all our loving at Crosby, every part of the gloam, suddenly drained, and we're alone, you grab my feet, guide me through the play, my troubles ease, in the wind blown lee, I hold your face, forget the disease, catch horizons like these, you wonder why i pray, buy me chips and peas help me snort cocaine.