All that's left are waves

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