All that's left are waves

He painted fences on the farmland
Drew the water sleepy grey
Turned the light off, but I can see
He sang my only child to the desert
Laughed him all the way to the sun
(Sun)day is no time for fun
But I believe, I believe
That all these thing’s will get turned around
I believe
All that’s left are, all that’s left are waves
I believe
All that’s left are, all that’s left are waves
Walking the beach, she hoped to step in the footprints
Of the children who fed the sun with their sand
From plastic pails, as the tide recedes
From the east a pinwheel spins in the sweet wind
From my room I pick my head from my hands
(Hands) me a picture of an old frowning man
That he will be, he will be
All these things get turned around
I believe
All that’s left are, all that’s left are waves
I believe
All that’s left are, all that’s left are waves
And I, I swear by you, and you by me too
It’s like a cherry bomb explosion when I call your
Ballerina, farfisa to me
I know it’s too far but I long to be
Next to your glowing carousel by the sea