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