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đ” Line of Break
When surfing on Wembury beach I'd often check my position relative to the shore by lining up against a WW2 pill-box on the shore
Verse 1
Tide’s out reef shows its teeth
Rame Head’s floating beyond belief
Board’s steady, wind on my chest
But I still check the pillbox west
Verse 2
Swell’s up beach turns steep
One bad drop and it’ll throw you deep
Those stones don’t flinch, they bite and bruise
You ride too late, you’re bound to lose
Chorus
Break rolls in, then it’s gone
Just like the war-time watch was on
Now it's boards and shouts and play
But echoes don’t just wash away
Line up clean, pillbox in view
Riding ghosts in Wembury blue
Verse 3
Barbed wire's gone, but scars remain
Rust in the rocks, old concrete veins
Kids dig holes where mines once lay
But I feel the past each breaking day
Verse 4
Dogs run wild, the gulls all jeer
But I see that box and know it’s near
Not just stone, not just the grass
It drew a line and I still pass
Chorus
Break rolls in, then it's clear
Same old waves, same old fear
Laughs now float where soldiers stood
But time runs strong through salt and wood
Line up clean, pillbox in view
Riding ghosts in Wembury blue
Bridge
No flags now, no sirens sound
But I know what’s under this ground
It’s not regret, and not quite pride
Just a tide that pulls from both sides
Final Chorus
Break rolls in it always will
And I still ride from that box on the hill
Sea moves on, but leaves a trace
In the line I hold, in the line I face
Line up clean, pillbox in view
Still riding ghosts in Wembury blue