Lyric

 Beaches are lonely on a Sunday morning

in the wind and the rain and the sadness

like a child without a soul in a day yearning

for the sunshine of some kindness.

You filled me with sand and shake me shake me shake me

lonely are the beaches on Sunday morning

when you wake me wake me wake me

thrown in the sand like a child without a soul

you made me live in the sad sunday mornings

on the beaches of your hand.

You filled me with air and bled me bled me bled me

lonely are the beaches on sunday morning

when you wake me wake me wake me

on the beaches of your hand