You can see in the last light that's graced as dawn
that there's nothing in my heart but pain
as I stand, facing sea, knowing that you're gone
all the elements rage to explain
that I should really be on my way;
but there is something
which ensures I must stay.
Beneath the roar of the seething surf,
Look at the sky, but it's empty now;
look at the sea, it holds nothing but despair.