back moving, forward moving anywhere
to an island to the sea
things aint what they used to be
there are people here who just look straight ahead
never once do they turn their head
im tired of living in the city
soon get sick of the sea
the waves keep coming washing over me
salt in the air no good for the hair
no good for the snow
closed brewery now just call centres fighting talk
mile high walk skinheads,duggans and right wing factions
im tired of living in the city
soon get sick of the sea