He painted fences on the farmland   Drew the water sleepy grey   Turned the light off, but I can see      He sang my only child to the desert   Laughed him all the way to the sun   (Sun)day is no time for fun   But I believe, I believe   That all these thing’s will get turned around      I believe   All that's left are, all that's left are waves (X2)      Walking the beach, she hoped to step in the footprints   Of the children who fed the sun with their sand   From plastic pails, as the tide recedes      From the east a pinwheel spins in the sweet wind   From my room I pick my head from my hands   (Hands) me a picture of an old frowning man   That he will be, he will be   All these things get turned around      I believe   All that's left are, all that's left are waves (X2)      And I, I swear by you, and you by me too   It's like a cherry bomb explosion when I call your   Ballerina, farfisa to me   I know it's too far but I long to be   Next to your glowing carousel by the sea