Loneliness, plays its wicked game with me

Maybe I'll be saved, but I have nothing to believe

With no-one in my arms, underneath a quiet sky

And nothing in my heart, a nothing symphony



The lonely people sail the sea

There'll be a storm inside of me

Until my ship comes in

All I have is what I am

On this island I will roam

Until my ship comes in



The radio, plays the same six songs a day

Automatic words, cruel and comforting to me

Everything is bleak, people-less, hollow and concrete

Staring at the sea, but my thoughts are far from me



The lonely people sail the sea

There'll be a storm inside of me

Until my ship comes in

All I have is what I am

On this island I will roam

Until my ship comes in



I was giving it a little more time

I was giving it a little more time

I was giving it a little more time

But things don't seem to be getting better



The lonely people sail the sea

There'll be a storm inside of me

Until my ship comes in

All I have is what I am

On this island I will roam

Until my ship comes in