Still there are stars in the sky
and still there are shells on the beach.
How many storms have scoured and scarred?
How often were the defences breached?
How many tides have washed hopes away?
But still, there are shells on the beach.
How many steps on the shifting sands?
How quickly were lost bones bleached?
How many moons did lovers lose?
But still, there are shells on the beach.
How quickly were lost bones bleached?
How many moons did lovers lose?
But still, there are shells on the beach.
How many waves ebbed cruel away?
How many dreams washed up here to die?
But still there are shells on the beach,
and still there are stars in the sky.
How many dreams washed up here to die?
But still there are shells on the beach,
and still there are stars in the sky.
