He painted fences on the farmland Drew the water sleepy grey Turned the light off, but I can see He sang my only child to the desert Laughed him all the way to the sun (Sun)day is no time for fun But I believe, I believe That all these thing's will get turned around I believe All that's left are, all that's left are waves Walking the beach, she hoped to step in the footprints Of the children who fed the sun with their sand From plastic pails, as the tide recedes From the east a pinwheel spins in the sweet wind From my room I pick my head from my hands (Hands) me a picture of an old frowning man That he will be, he will be All these things get turned around I believe All that's left are, all that's left are waves And I, I swear by you, and you by me too It's like a cherry bomb explosion when I call your Ballerina, farfisa to me I know it's too far but I long to be Next to your glowing carousel by the sea