Loneliness under a faking face
shines up the hill and now the watchers of the race
Through eyes of grey they'll chase a chance to run
And then hide their names in jars with labels on
Down by the oceanside a fire is burning high
somewhere a man has lost his will to lie
Down by the sea a hurricane is lost
the wind blow down trees and break the stones to dust
Thunder has woken up and chase across the sea
Somewhere a man has paid his final fee.
Love... love... love... love...