Marina

Left and right

Corners and eaves

Trees without leaves

And rain

You see

I'm not a townie

My heart is lost at sea

I guess

I'm a seashell

Not much more i can tell

I thrive in the salty breeze

Sea as far as the eye could reach

I'm a shell

I don't need no get wells

I gaze at the island

Once in a while and

I'll be sort of fine

In the hall

Children playing ball

Couldn't hear the gulls

Even if they were there

Sometimes i

Like to walk by

The harbour pretending

I'm back there spending

The weekend at home

Cause i'm a shell

No other way in hell

Nose in the breeze

Don't we agree

This is the best thing

I'm a shell

And not street gravel

Clement's and Michael's

To sum up my vitals

I will be back home

It's there with the wide

Cliffs and the hedgerows

Seagulls and tide

Spray and light

A couple of miles

You see the world ending

I'm coming home

In a little while

Yes i'm a shell

No other way in hell

Nose in the breeze

Don't we agree

This is the best thing

We'll ever see

I'm a shell

I don't need no get wells

I gaze at the island

Once in a while and

I'll be sort of fine

I'm a shell

And not street gravel

Clement's and Michael's

Two of my vitals

I will be back home