Crackle in the lines so far away the late night DJ starts to play. That sacred song goes phasing through the airwaves of the night. Beyond the lonely light house beam beyond these black and restless dreams. She'll wake before I go to sleep in the silver morning light. Ch: Carry these words over the ocean carry these words over the sea. Tell her that I'm thinking of her - does she ever think of me?. Out in the drizzle of the dirty rain I walk the square alone again. Reflections of the neon shines in colours on the ground. Beyond the woods and the open fields the long and empty highway miles. She lies beneath these very skies sleeping sound. Ch: Carry these words over the ocean carry these words over the sea. Tell her that I'm thinking of her - does she ever think of me?. And the promises that we made - and the place we loved so well. The storm clouds of her eyes a sadness thunder never still.