I heard the lonely crash of bitter waves,
On empty moonlit shores,
They ground the cruelly jagged rocks,
And mourned the passage of the days.

I saw the empty rotten timbers,
Rising riblike from the wistful dunes,
Defiant to the shattered end,
A slimey wreck, a pale moon.

I smelt the tears of love forgotten,
The salty brine of sorrow,
I wept for all the times now lost,
A longing empty helplessness.

I turned away from darkened shore,
The echo of the ghostly wind,
Yet still it haunts me in my dreams,
That shadowed coast of bleak despair.

"Well I'm a common working man, with a half of bitter, bread and jam and if it pleases me I'll put one on you man... when the copper fades away."