The Shipwreck Coast - The Lucksmiths

Clouds and clifftops close

Grey like all the ghosts

It’s cold on the shipwreck coast this morning

You’re looking for Lorne

A coat to keep you warm

A scarf to keep me from noticing you’re yawning

The grass in the graveyard grows

Grey like all the ghosts

It’s eerie on the shipwreck coast this evening

I know that we’d agreed

I’d try and pay no heed

But history is all that I believe in