In Kilnsea
The sun rises from the North Sea and falls into the estuary
Nothing that I say can ever change that
There are people we can hold and those we should let go
This is one of those

In Kilnsea
Tides are predictable
War is inevitable
Nothing that I say makes any difference
There are things that I can change
Ways to make amends
Sometimes I need to let go
This is one of those

In Kilnsea
Sound is reflected
Time is suspended
The railways run into the sea
There are storms that we create
Lifeboats for escape
Sometimes I needs to let go
This is one of those

In Kilnsea
There's an optical illusion
It seems further from you to me
Than the distance that I see between us
There are things that I can change
Ways to make amends
Someone I need to let go
I will learn to let go