From The Shore

I’m moved so deeply, a creeping chill climbs my spine
Yet it’s still and I’m warm
All eyes go blurry, a hurry to get the boat
Sea’s calling out sons of man
Saying «Write soon, keep warm!»
As they’re waving from the shore
We saw the posters that toasted the fight abroad
«Sign here, we’ll take boys afar»
Such propaganda and slander from desperate men
Draining the blood of the young
Saying «Write soon, keep warm!»
As they’re waving from the shore
Saying «Write soon, keep warm!»
As they’re waving from the shore
Saying «Write soon, keep warm!»
As they’re waving from the shore
Saying «Write soon, keep warm!»
As they’re waving from the shore
Ooh…