Traces On The Seaside

Walking alone with hands in pockets
Feeling cold inside of me, inside you
Stepping on the sand that once nurtured us
Watching those footsteps

Nearer the sea
Faster they will shrink
Further you are
Forgotten you'll be

Is it all that we can learn
From this tiring life?

We're just traces on the seaside
Then erased by the tide
Even if you weathered the ebb
There's another flow just waiting

Turning my back on the destination
All I see is a perfect shape
Violently smoothed by the sea
Nothing is forever, that's the reason
I stand still on the edge of sanity
Pushed by all my fears whispering in my ears
My faults

You're listening to soul secret on radio 4

We're just traces on the seaside
Then erased by the tide
Even if you weathered the ebb
There's another flow just waiting