The sun bleeds in,
Hear the magpies sing for sorrow,
It makes things better.
Maybe we'll get to spread
Our wings tomorrow
If luck will let us.
Can anyone fly into these grey skies?
Is there somewhere I meant to be?

Sea [bad word] Like a river rolls a stone
It's rolling me

I missed my turn,
In the dark I hear your voice
It makes things easy.
I strayed too far from the road
Where she could always make things easy.
And I won't fight through the rising tide
If that's the way it has to be.

Sea [bad word] Like a river rolls a stone
It's rolling me.

Sea [bad word] Like a river rolls a stone
It's rolling me.

Sea fog rolling
Sea fog rolling
Sea fog rolling.