| As the twilight was returning | 
| And the sun began to fall | 
| I walked down to the beachfront | 
| And watched the whitecaps roll | 
| A flare exploded over the ocean an orange tear | 
| Then I saw at the corner of my eye | 
| The girl at the end of the pier | 
| She stood and stared at the brightness, | 
| Glowing and complete | 
| In her crinoline and lacing | 
| With the wood beneath her feet | 
| She walked in splinters shedding the salt of a single tear | 
| Who will fill up the vacuum inside her | 
| The girl at the end of the pier | 
| The toffee apples strewn on the pavement | 
| The candy floss sticks to the tar | 
| The organ grinder’s monkeys | 
| Been freed from enslavement | 
| He ran beneath the wheels of a family car | 
| The toffee apples strewn on the pavement | 
| The candy floss sticks to the tar | 
| The organ grinder’s monkeys | 
| Been freed from enslavement | 
| He ran beneath the wheels of a family car | 
| Now the funfair is shut down | 
| And the coconut shy is gone | 
| A carousel spins on regardless | 
| And the big wheel creaks and groans | 
| No one saw her run to the railing and disappear | 
| One more drop in an unfeeling ocean, | 
| The girl at the end of the pier | 
| One more drop in an unfeeling ocean, | 
| The girl at the end of the pier | 
| Girl at the end of the pier | 
| Girl at the end of the pier |