An island, off an island.
Water,
puddles,
mist and rain.
The vast expanding ocean,
the one that carried you away.
Walking from the parlour,
looking out across the fields.
I wonder what your doing now,
I always wonder how you feel.
I know,
we knew,
what's for the best,
yet sorrow never hides.
I often look upon the waves,
upon the changing tides,
I see your face in everything,
your teardrops are the rain.
Remembering that final day,
I live it everyday.

They'd call her Long Gone Sally.
A lost ship, that has long since sailed.
They knew she had a heart of gold,
but still they'd tease
they'd cause her pain.
Yet still she'd face the darkness.
A lighthouse on a lonely chair.
Something you could focus on,
something, that is always there.
The loneliness
The sorrow.
The way we try to stem the tears.
All written on her ageing face.
A face well weathered from the tears.
Poor old Long Gone Sally,
will she ever really find?
The love that melted everything,
the love that breaks,
the heart,
the mind.

She whispered in the morning sun,
about the night that went before.
And every word that left her lips
lingered, within all that's pure.
She paused and settled,
with the chorus,
with the dawning of the day,
She whispered softly on the ear,
yet she had so much to say,
Her mind and soul an army,
tempered by the kings of light,
She whispered to a broken troop,
told him there's no need to fight.
The battle, it is over,
like the darkness falls to morn.
She rests upon his shoulder,
Nests upon a love that's born.

Lost along the river.
Two hundred yards from where I grew.
Laughing as we shiver,
laughing as the moon turns blue.
Lost upon a feeling,
lost upon our quiet thoughts.
The kinda ones that linger deep,
the kinda ones that can't be bought
Yet sitting with each other,
pebbles rest beneath our bones,
Cherishing each other,
cherishing the grace we own.

They tell us heroes died for this,
the freedom that we own.
The freedom of a broken man,
trying to keep his home.
They tell us we're the lucky ones,
tell us tales of war and fear.
"This how it's meant to be,
take a seat and pour a beer."
Forget about your worries,
forget the light that shines within.
Its all about the money,
all about the need to win.
But if we start to filter,
the light that brightens all our souls,
maybe we can make a change,
maybe we could be the ones.
A sacred generation,
with our masts against the wind.
Maybe we could be the ones,
burying the ancient sins.

The light that gives sight to our eyes.
With every morning sun will rise.
Rise and fall,
above our heads.
Burning like the toasted bread.
The burning fire in the heart,
the one that warms us in the dark.
The flame that weather's every gale,
the gentle waves as we set sail.
The voyage that is there to seek,
is hard to find throughout the week.
Yet know that it is always waiting,
watching, heart and mind debating.
Waiting for the sun to shine,
rising deep within your mind.

He sat upon the fading light,
sat searching for the stars.
Sat amongst the riverbed,
in disbelief he's got this far.
The ship it missed it's harbour,
lies broken on the stones,
He's searching for a memory
  upon the corals bones.
Crying for old comrades,
the stupid and the brave
he takes a breath for every soul,
lost upon the waves.