You were tired of being brave So we went down to the sea You said if anybody asks You didn't get that out of me The preacher on the promenade Was giving heaven hell You leaned against my shoulder for a while You leaned there well I'd loved you with a future once With children running through it With all the reckless certainty Of men who never knew it Now halfway down the beach you stopped I stopped, we watched a boy Run headlong at the water And retreat in perfect joy Go on, you said, I'm coming As though I had somewhere to be As though the sea were something I had come so far to see You asked me for the filthy song You used to say you hated I sang it wrong, you set me right The boy ran in We waited
