Home By the Sea / Second Home By the Sea (Live at Wembley Stadium, London, 4th July 1987)

Lyrics

[Home By the Sea] Home by the sea Home by the sea Home by the sea Home by the sea Creeping up the blind side, shinning up the wall Stealing through the dark of night Climbing through a window, stepping to the floor Checking to the left and the right Picking up the pieces, putting them away Something doesn't feel quite right Help me, someone, let me out of here Cause out of the dark was suddenly heard Wеlcome to the Home by thе Sea Coming out the woodwork, through the open door Pushing from above and below Shadows with no substance, in the shape of men Round and down and sideways they go Adrift without direction, eyes that hold despair Then as one they sigh and they moan Help me, someone, let us out of here Cause living here so long undisturbed Dreaming of the time we were free So many years ago, before the time when we first heard Welcome to the Home by the Sea Sit down, sit down Sit down, sit down, sit down As we relive our lives in what we tell you, oh [Instrumental Break] Images of sorrow, pictures of delight Things that go to make up a life Endless days of summer, longer nights of gloom Waiting for the morning light Scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame Things that go to make up a life Help me, someone, let us out of here Cause living here so long undisturbed Dreaming of the time we were free So many years ago, before the time when we first heard Welcome to the Home by the Sea Sit down, sit down Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down As we relive our lives in what we tell you Let us relive our lives in what we tell you, oh Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down No you won't get away, no with us, you will stay For the rest of your days, sit down… As we relive our lives in what we tell you Let us relive our lives in what we tell you, oh [Second Home By the Sea] [Instrumental] Images of sorrow, pictures of delight Things that go to make up a life Endless days of summer, longer nights of gloom Just waiting for the morning light Scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame Things that go to make up a life As we relive our lives in what we tell you Oh…