Cut to the seagull The quarryman The castle The barnacles The cliff edge The joy Up in the tower that looks out to sea The pink dressing room bell Of the lady is ringing She looks from the shadows Out through the stained colours of old glass The sorrows of slate and sugar cane are hers And where does she go now And where does it seem to be free And where does she go now And where will she carry me If this is the end The line in the sand The blue dressing room bell Is ringing the lord He wishes the head of the whale Who lived under the ice Until shipping lanes sliced Open the North Pole Leaving a great hole And where do I go now And where does it seem to be free Where do I go now now Where will you carry me If I'm on the back I'm on the back I'm on the back of you I'm on the back I'm on the back I'm on the back of you I'm on the back I'm on the back of you I'm on the back I'm on the back I'm on the back of you I want to be light now Dwi wrth dy gefn, dwi th dy gefen di Dwi wrth dy gefn, dwi th dy gefen di Dwi wrth dy gefn, dwi th dy gefen di