Played By the Sea

Where does it start? Where does it finish? Where is the point? This isn't living! These are your plans? Where do I fit in? What of the ideas and dreams that we had? What of the tears and laughter - so mad? What of the promise we vowed to each? My love is here, my love is me For it I'd do anything, anything you'd ask of me. But your games are dangerous for my heart and me You play with my heart like a pebble is played by the sea.