Waterfront Lyrics - Secrets Of The Beehive - David Sylvian

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