Oh, when will you return
And come to see my lighthouse
When will you watch it burn,
Guiding you through the night
A thousand years have passed
A million ships have gone by
But when I look around
You are still out of sight

It’s still the same
Still this silent isolation
Not a word, just the whisper of the sea
And when we talk, it’s a foghorn conversation
Slowly rolling in

I walk along the shore
Find pieces of our lives there
Mementoes from the war
Bombshells we left behind
I am so small, I wish I was brave
I’d build a ship and sail to you
A thousand miles away

But it’s still the same
Still this quiet desperation
Not a touch, nothing joining you and me
And when we talk, it’s a foghorn conversation
Slowly rolling in
Slowly rolling in

But it’s still the same
Still this quiet desperation
Not a touch, nothing joining you and me
And when we talk, it’s a foghorn conversation
Slowly rolling in
Slowly rolling in
Slowly rolling in
Maybe that’s where we begin

Henrik Cederblom guitar
Fabian Kallerdahl electric piano
Josef Kallerdahl bass
Miko Rezler drums
Johannes Lundberg wave sounds
PR vocals, percussion, additional keyboards