On the banks of a sunset beach   Messages scratched in sand   Beneath a roaming home of stars   Young boys try their hand   A spanish harbouring of sorts   In Catalonian bars   They were pulled from a sinking ship   And saved for last      On the waterfront the rain   Is pouring in my heart   Here the memories come in waves   Raking in the lost and found of years   And though I'd like to laugh   At all the things that led me on   Somehow the stigma still remains      Watch the train steam full ahead   As it takes the bend   Empty carriages lose their tracks   And tumble to their end   So the world shrinks drop by drop   As the wine goes to your head   Swollen angels point and laugh   "This time your god is dead"       On the waterfront the rain   Is pouring in my heart   Here the memories come in waves   Raking in the lost and found of years   And though I'd like to laugh   At all the things that led me on   Somehow the stigma still remains      Is our love strong enough?