I’ve been down to North Marine DrivenA road driving round by your seanA sea that matches all of your moodsnA place where we always agreenAround I’ve been down to North Marine DrivenWhere I, I will scratch the lines in sandnAnd watch the sea take them awaynTo Maine scratched then every’s greatnAnd I’ve been on a desolate cliffnWhere one’s a great fossil out therenAnd stood with the wind in my mouthnWhere walls are a secret you see hiddennAnd here a chapel once stoodnBut now it’s just a handful of stonesnBut we, we are building it allnOurs as were standing alonen