Testo di Beachy Head

There is a high cliff on the South Coast of England where, each year, people have ended their lives by driving over the edge. Here at my feet The metal remains Of hopes that died in the air Here at my feet Salt water washes over despair Was it for fear of the future Was it for guilt of the past And where are the souls Oh the sea doesn't know And where are the souls Oh the rocks cannot say And where are the souls God only knows, how you're feeling today Here in my head I see an eagle that flies into the sun Here in my head I say a prayer That You'd save the next one Is there no-one to watch over this place To pray this evil away Looking up at cliffs so white Shadows in this evening light Looking up at sky so blue I can only think of You Of You