Witness the days first light,
Hues of grey of blue and white,
In the warmth creating shade,
Check the waves, check the waves.
Shoreline battered,
Taste the saline ridden skies,
Waste the sight with covered eyes,
Salt on skin as it decays,
Check the waves, check the waves.
Seascape horizon,
Reflecting beauty in the night,
Found foreign bodies without spite,
An overwhelming pressure to brave,
Check the waves, check the waves.
Sinking bellows,
Check the waves, check the waves.
Sinking bellows,
Sirens song drawn to the tide,
In the depths of the deprived,
Under rocks lie things we can save,
Check the waves, check the waves.
(I miss Swansea)