From The Shore - Pseudo Echo

I’m moved so deeply, a creeping chill climbs my spine

Yet it’s still and I’m warm

All eyes go blurry, a hurry to get the boat

Sea’s calling out sons of man

Saying «Write soon, keep warm!»

As they’re waving from the shore

We saw the posters that toasted the fight abroad

«Sign here, we’ll take boys afar»

Such propaganda and slander from desperate men

Draining the blood of the young

Saying «Write soon, keep warm!»

As they’re waving from the shore

Saying «Write soon, keep warm!»

As they’re waving from the shore

Saying «Write soon, keep warm!»

As they’re waving from the shore

Saying «Write soon, keep warm!»

As they’re waving from the shore

Ooh…