I hear the seagulls crying in my dreams Over ice cream cones dropped in the sand And all the castles that we made for the tide to wash away Have gone the same way as the boy now he's a man Down by the sea all those clouded memories Of caramacs and penny arcades on the pier And the liners in the mist and a longing that persists Like an echo in my mind over the years And I'm trapped in a dream like a ghost beside the sea Forever wandering the surf in search of home And then I'm back at the start where we played murder in the dark And built a treehouse in the garden in the snow Oh rocking horse in the spare room in the dark That little girl that used to love you now has gone Over hills you would glide and through haunted forests fly As you outran the past but now your future's done And on Worthing Beach there's a tide that's out of reach Whispers still of dreams forgotten long ago Oh let the sirens sing of ferris wheels and all the things We used to love as kids but then had to let go And on that wheel we will spin back to where it all begins And the sand castles return into the sea And the names that we drew into the sand will be lost too Within the oceans of our minds just like a dream