I'll take a journey through the town to dock gate one  And there I'll take a ferry boat  That ferry sails across the Solent waters deep  To an island like a castle with a moat  I'll leave the empty shores of Hythe and Netley Bay  The smoke of Fawley soon will fade  And I'll be bound where something undecided waits  A memory or a useless masquerade  Back to the island in the rain  Before the season or the weather's change  I'm searching for the ghosts that haunt this island view  One looks like me one has the face of you  I'll go to bars we used to go to every day  To Tennyson's statue carved in stone  It's stayed the same throughout the passing of the years  But we were made of faithless flesh and bone  This time of year it rains on every empty beach  This time of year the summer souvenirs are gone  No slot machines, candy floss or novelties  Like love affairs picked up and lost along the prom  There's only lovers walking in the rain  The way we did before another sea-son came  Ghosts, shadows, spirits of a dream  Or just players in a scene?