Seasidebrought people in drovesand everybody casts a fishing lineBusy bees stay busy talkingwhile the captain of the ship cowers and hidesSeasidebright colors in the sandbuckets and spadesfor the childrenLook out to the distanceand ignore the empty roomWe are empty shellsthat need fillingSeagullssuspended in timetheir wingsclingingto the crosswindsToo many people standing around pointingToo many people to notice what's wrongSeasidestaring at your splendorIf I sink I wouldn't mindI still want to be hereI'll stay hereUntil I dieSeasidesee you sometimeYou clung onto meAnd we became brothersto be togetherSeaside, staring at your splendorIf I sink, I wouldn't mindSeaside, timeless and tenderI think I'm from there to mine
