All this short summer night long I've been waiting for you,
Just to give me a sign that you feel this way too,
There are people on the streets for the weekend,
But I don't hear them,
There are others I could meet for the weekend,
But I don't see them,
Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city,
Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city,
I have a dream, of an inky blue sea,
You could give up your job and go there with me,
I know we'd miss the football and the dancing,
There's always something,
And you'd worry that the people here'd be talking,
But that's nothing,
Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city,
Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city,
In the morning I sit on the train and wonder,
If I can go through all this again you know I,
Feel like staying till the end of the line this time,
This time,
We come to fight and dream in this fairground of a town,
Through the sweet and sickly streets from the airless undergrounds,
While the planes fly out of Heathrow taking people late at night,
To where the fields are like Australia in the early morning light,
Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city,
Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city,
Talk to me like the sea,
In the morning I sit on the train,
Talk to me like the sea,
Hey hey hey,
Talk to me like the sea,
In the morning I sit on the train,
Talk to me like the sea,
Oh oh yeah,
Talk to me like the sea,
In the morning I sit on the train.
Talk to me like the sea.