Shifting Sands

Shifting Sands There's a man who lives down by the water Stares out to sea like he understands When the wind changes, you know he really ought to find a new life away from shifting sands And, the girl who lives above him on the cliff-top writes tales that no one will ever keep to hand She stands alone, waiting at the water's edge, worrying that he'll never come back home Her superstitions say to her that he's safe out there, but time and tide will never spare the stone You've got to be lost not to find them Strong not to bind them Got to be sharp, not to cut yourself You've got to be here to get away You've got to be cold not to stay a locked up complication on the shelf As the tide turns and washes away your secrets You know the words were only meant for you As the light fades you search around for a beacon A guiding light to navigate the blue You've got to be lost not to find them You've got to be strong not to bind them You got to be sharper, not to cut yourself You've got to make time to get away You've got to be bold not to say that it's a locked down combination on the shelf All words and music by David Bradley Spiritually written in Cullercoats, Northumberland, England