Last Train
Luke Jackson
4:28The sea rose and fell Duelling with the sand In their eternal battle For ownership of land And we watched it all Slip through our hands But through all of my highs and lows You make me a Better Man Now far out into nowhere A single bird's cry Just sharpens our contrast Between sea and sky And we watched it all Fall through our hands But through all of my highs and lows You make me a Better Man