| Esther walks the hall, carrying a candle
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| Listens at the wall, for a sign of life
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| Closing her eyes as the room fades away
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| Counting the chimes in the church of our saviour ringing out
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| To faces in the crowd
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| Simon drives this town, works a graveyard Sunday
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| Esther flags him down, doesn’t speak a word
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| He hums to himself as the streets disappear
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| He catches himself looking back in the mirror filled with doubt
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| Two faces in the crowd
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| Chorus:
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| On the ferry from Dover to Calais
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| Arm in arm on a windswept day
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| I’ve got a photo of them sailing away
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| Mother’s so pretty, father’s so proud…
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| Verse III:
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| I stop to count the chimes, an orphan in the shadows
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| So little left behind, so much I’ll never know
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| A list in 'The Times' of the lives lost at sea
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| An old photograph and a past that seems so like
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| Chorus:
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| On the ferry from Dover to Calais
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| Arm in arm on a windswept day
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| I’ve got a phot of them sailing away
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| Mother’s so pretty, father’s so proud…
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| Solo:
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| Esther walks the hall, carrying a candle
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| Listens at the wall, for a sign of life… |