Talk To Me Like The Sea

All this short summer night long I've been waiting for you



Just to give me a sign that you feel this way too



There are people on the streets for the weekend



But I don't hear them



There are others I could meet for the weekend



But I don't see them



Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city



Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city



I have a dream, of an inky blue sea



You could give up your job and go there with me



I know we'd miss the football and the dancing



There's always something



And you'd worry that the people here'd be talking



But that's nothing



Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city



Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city



In the morning I sit on the train and wonder



If I can go through all this again you know I



Feel like staying till the end of the line this time...



This time, this time, this time



Oh yeah. uh huh.



We come to fight and dream in this fairground of a town



Through the sweet and sickly streets from the airless undergrounds



While the planes fly out of Heathrow taking people late at night



To where the fields are like Australia in the early morning light



Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city



Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city



Talk to me like the sea



In the morning I sit on the train



Talk to me like the sea



Hey hey hey



Talk to me like the sea



In the morning I sit on the train



Talk to me like the sea



Oh oh yeah



Talk to me like the sea



Oh yeah, I sit on the train.



Talk to me like the sea