It's the silence that you notice most
The shutters all rolled down
Weeds in planters on balconies
It must be off-season
But still the waves continue
The sea's same tune
An empty and stubborn song
For a few lost shadows
Hunched beneath their hoods
It must be off-season
The wind cuts through these too-long avenues
Someone looks for an address unknown
Mail piles up on doorsteps of holiday homes
It must be off-season
The town wastes away in the salty fog
The angry sea is always there
Its storms banish the town
Behind shrouds of mist
And no one sails from the quay
It must be off-season
We could take it all
The walls, the gardens, and the streets
We could put our names above the letter-boxes
Or perhaps one day people will come back
It must be off-season
But still the waves continue
The sea's same tune
Its empty song: 'where are you?'
For a few lost shadows
Hunched beneath their hoods
It must be off-season
The town wastes away in the salty fog
The angry sea is always there
Its storms banish the town
Behind shrouds of mist
And no one sails from the quay
It must be off-season