Falling from the western shore to find yourselves alone again,
Wondering where you have been, Your lonely voice calls
across the starlit coast, Reaching out to be seen.
She cries your name,
three times again,
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain.
Cut beneath the surface screen of what we say and what we seem, Is a trick to be seen, She keeps crying out your name,
But her scream sound the same, How fickle fate can be.
She cries your name,
Three times the pain,
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain.
Birds that scream for territory can learn to sing
euphorically, Give him time an' he’s real, And there’s a wasteland in your soul the burned out trees will leave you
cold, Living out an ideal.
She cries your name,
three times again,
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain.
She cries your name,
Twelve times again,
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain.
The whole album makes me think of a near deserted highway winding its way through the Mojave desert in blistering heat to a lonely diner in the middle of nowhere..... hard to compute when you find the artist comes from rainy Britain.
Here's a woman with no make-up, no high-heels, no push-up bra, no hair products, no pretence, and she's BEAUTIFUL. 8 people who disliked dont know a REAL woman when they see one.
I am in the USA and this song, while it was not a charted hit, did get some play on various satellite music networks that provide music to restaurants, grocery stores, and shopping malls. I remember hearing this song a lot back in the late 90's when I would go into one of those places and for a long time, I thought the Cranberries sang it.
Falling from the western shore to find yourselves alone again
Wondering where you have been
Your lonely voice calls across the starlit coast reaching out to be seen
She cries your name three times again
She cries your name
How long can this love remain
Cut beneath the surface screen of what we say and what we seem, is a trick to be seen
She keeps crying out your name
But her scream sound the same, how fickle fate can be
She cries your name three times again
She cries your name
How long can this love remain
Birds that scream for territory can learn to sing euphorically
Give him time and he's real
And there's a wasteland in your soul the burned out trees will leave you cold, living out an ideal
She cries your name three times again
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain
She cries your name three times again
She cries your name
How long can this love remain