Faces In The Crowd Lyrics

Esther walks the hall, carrying a candle
Listens at the wall, for a sign of life
Closing her eyes as the room fades away
Counting the chimes in the church of our savior ringing outTo faces in the crowdSimon drives this town, works a graveyard Sunday
Esther flags him down, doesn't speak a word
He hums to himself as the streets disappear
He catches himself looking back in the mirror filled with doubtTwo faces in the crowdOn the ferry from Dover to Calais
Arm in arm on a windswept day
I've got a photo of them sailing awayMother's so pretty, father's so proudI stop to count the chimes, an orphan in the shadows
So little left behind, so much I'll never know
A list in 'The Times' of the lives lost at sea
An old photograph and a past that seems so like
On the ferry from Dover to Calais
Arm in arm on a windswept day
I've got a photo of them sailing away
Mother?s so pretty, father?s so proudEsther walks the hall, carrying a candle
Listens at the wall, for a sign of life

Songwriters
Tyson, David Michael / Ward, ChrisPublished by
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