The Wave (Early Instrumental Demo Version)

(Hammill)The wave hits the beach, writing words on the sand;

to the academic man, this could be the answer....

In fact, it's no more than a hunch.

Still we try to eat it -

I think we're all pretty out to lunch.The wave is out of reach,

trailing words from the hand

only air can understand.

Semaphore on the shoreline,

waiting for distance to recede, unhappily imperfect

when we should be happy just to breathe.But with each bated breath,

so present, tense,

we want to know,

we want it sure,

it don't make sense!

So I'll do mine and you do yours

but let's not trade sand and sea

for brick and cement.

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group