back moving, forward moving anywhere to an island to the sea things aint what they used to be there are people here who just look straight ahead never once do they turn their head im tired of living in the city soon get sick of the sea
the waves keep coming washing over me salt in the air no good for the hair no good for the snow closed brewery now just call centres fighting talk mile high walk skinheads,duggans and right wing factions im tired of living in the city soon get sick of the sea