drag your shadow down the street
is it you i was to meet?
with your saints there on a chain
waiting on another rain
and i'm going down
where the waves will surround
to the roar and the pound
of the wild, wild sea
talking sweet to me
marching in a slow parade
there are ashes where you laid
and sometimes i don't mind at all
and sometimes head against the wall
the tide will bring and tide will take
find another horse to break
you're just a rider on a wheel
in a dream where love was real
and i'm going down
where the waves will surround
to the roar and the pound
of the wild, wild sea
talking sweet to me