Clouds and clifftops close Grey like all the ghosts It's cold on the shipwreck coast this morning You're looking for Lorne A coat to keep you warm A scarf to keep me from noticing you're yawning The grass in the graveyard grows Grey like all the ghosts It's eerie on the shipwreck coast this evening I know that we'd agreed I'd try and pay no heed But history is all that I believe in