Victorian brickwork

Call up the boys, call them now,
Time to bring them home.
They will call if they want to.
Fog hampered the search,
Lost at sea, lost in the water.

He told me many stories of the great ones,
Lights might bring them home.
Every day they put the boats out,
But not this day.

Fog hampered the search,
Now great shock diamonds
Fill the sky and the deep.
Lost in low light and ocean tides,
The love you never meant to hide.

Too far south, misplaced in my home town,
The victorian brickwork
Weathered but unchanged.
Lost in low light and ocean tides,
The love you never meant to hide.

As the waves make toward
A distant shore
As the last words are spoken
Into a rising storm, falling away.
Lost in the low light and the ocean tides,
The love you never meant to hide.

He showed me many places
Made me many things,
Carried me back home
As if lost on the water.
He told me many stories of the great ones,
Lights might bring them home.
Every day they put the boats out,
But not this day.

Now i know who i am,
I know what i mean
And i know where i came from.
From the sea.

Lost in low light and ocean tides,
The love you never meant to hide.