| Song | Shingle Song |
| Artist | Peter Hammill |
| Album | The Calm (After The Storm) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You can see in the last light that's graced as dawn | |
| that there's nothing in my heart but pain | |
| as I stand, facing sea, knowing that you're gone… | |
| all the elements rage to explain | |
| that I should really be on my way | |
| but there is something | |
| which ensures I must stay. | |
| Beneath the roar of the seething surf, | |
| beneath the caterwaul of scattered call wind | |
| thoughts and gestures unspoken, unheard | |
| and now the dance of rapture begins | |
| as the waves rush along across the beach – | |
| like you, like your love | |
| forever out of reach. | |
| Look at the sky, but it's empty now; | |
| look at the sea, it holds nothing but despair. | |
| I raise my eyes, but my head stays bowed… | |
| I look to my side, but you're not there. | |
| And I can't get you out of my mind, | |
| no, no, no, no, I just can't get you from my mind. |
| You can see in the last light that' s graced as dawn | |
| that there' s nothing in my heart but pain | |
| as I stand, facing sea, knowing that you' re gone | |
| all the elements rage to explain | |
| that I should really be on my way | |
| but there is something | |
| which ensures I must stay. | |
| Beneath the roar of the seething surf, | |
| beneath the caterwaul of scattered call wind | |
| thoughts and gestures unspoken, unheard | |
| and now the dance of rapture begins | |
| as the waves rush along across the beach | |
| like you, like your love | |
| forever out of reach. | |
| Look at the sky, but it' s empty now | |
| look at the sea, it holds nothing but despair. | |
| I raise my eyes, but my head stays bowed | |
| I look to my side, but you' re not there. | |
| And I can' t get you out of my mind, | |
| no, no, no, no, I just can' t get you from my mind. |
| You can see in the last light that' s graced as dawn | |
| that there' s nothing in my heart but pain | |
| as I stand, facing sea, knowing that you' re gone | |
| all the elements rage to explain | |
| that I should really be on my way | |
| but there is something | |
| which ensures I must stay. | |
| Beneath the roar of the seething surf, | |
| beneath the caterwaul of scattered call wind | |
| thoughts and gestures unspoken, unheard | |
| and now the dance of rapture begins | |
| as the waves rush along across the beach | |
| like you, like your love | |
| forever out of reach. | |
| Look at the sky, but it' s empty now | |
| look at the sea, it holds nothing but despair. | |
| I raise my eyes, but my head stays bowed | |
| I look to my side, but you' re not there. | |
| And I can' t get you out of my mind, | |
| no, no, no, no, I just can' t get you from my mind. |