Clouds and clifftops close
Grey like all the ghosts
It's cold on the shipwreck coast this morning
You're looking for Lorne
A coat to keep you warm
A scarf to keep me from noticing you're yawning

The grass in the graveyard grows
Grey like all the ghosts
It's eerie on the shipwreck coast this evening
I know that we'd agreed
I'd try and pay no heed
But history is all that I believe in