Loneliness, Plays Its Wicked Game With Me


Maybe I'll Be Saved, But I Have Nothing To Believe


With No-one In My Arms, Underneath A Quiet Sky


And Nothing In My Heart, A Nothing Symphony





The Lonely People Sail The Sea


There'll Be A Storm Inside Of Me


Until My Ship Comes In


All I Have Is What I Am


On This Island I Will Roam


Until My Ship Comes In





The Radio, Plays The Same Six Songs A Day


Automatic Words, Cruel And Comforting To Me


Everything Is Bleak, People-less, Hollow And Concrete


Staring At The Sea, But My Thoughts Are Far From Me





The Lonely People Sail The Sea


There'll Be A Storm Inside Of Me


Until My Ship Comes In


All I Have Is What I Am


On This Island I Will Roam


Until My Ship Comes In





I Was Giving It A Little More Time


I Was Giving It A Little More Time


I Was Giving It A Little More Time


But Things Don't Seem To Be Getting Better





The Lonely People Sail The Sea


There'll Be A Storm Inside Of Me


Until My Ship Comes In


All I Have Is What I Am


On This Island I Will Roam


Until My Ship Comes In