Pacing back from manly, through February sweltering dusk Passing lovers and joggers, the pines pierce the cusp Lanterns light the headland, homes buried in the cliffs Time pulses, like the waves lunging at the sandy strip And I feel that I'm of here, oh I feel the sea in my sweat But I'm rusting, and I'm eager to flee like a child the sea has never met Out beyond the surfers, clouds skim across the sea, And a vibrant palette of pinks, they elope and release. I rest against the sandstone, proof of mankind's fight But just like this meagre wall I'll succumb to the ocean's might And I feel that I'm of here, oh I feel the sea in my sweat. But I'm rusting, and I'm eager to flee like a child the sea has never met. And the tide will encroach upon our sandy shores, we'll all be enveloped by the Sea once more. And the tide will encroach upon our sandy shores, we'll all be swallowed by the Sea once more.