Loneliness, plays its wicked game with me   Maybe I'll be saved, but I have nothing to believe   With no-one in my arms, underneath a quiet sky   And nothing in my heart, a nothing symphony      The lonely people sail the sea,   There'll be a storm inside of me,   Until my ship comes in,   All I have is what I am,   On this island I will roam,   Until my ship comes in.      The radio, plays the same six songs a day   Automatic words, cruel and comforting to me   Everything is bleak, people-less, hollow and concrete   Staring at the sea, but my thoughts are far from me      The lonely people sail the sea   There'll be a storm inside of me   Until my ship comes in   All I have is what I am   On this island I will roam   Until my ship comes in      I was giving it a little more time   I was giving it a little more time   I was giving it a little more time   But things don't seem to be getting better      The lonely people sail the sea   There'll be a storm inside of me   Until my ship comes in   All I have is what I am   On this island I will roam   Until my ship comes in