Castaways [Album]

8. Castaways (漂流者) Castaways, are coming home White sand on our lips We’re coming home Calling birds in Seagull Square Hear the town clock strike the hour Orange light, the rushing sky Fairgrounds, deckchairs, and goodbyes Castaways - are coming home – White sand on our lips Carve her name in shifting sand Harbingers are painting flowers Seaweed wash along the shore Upturned boats sleep on the floor Castaways, are coming home – White sand on our lips Salt lines taint your kiss Now this old town Took my heart I’m a castaway like you We’re coming home Cast, oh cast, oh castaway Cast, oh cast, oh castaway