4 acessos
Sitting in wonder of the sea and you.
We are here under the sky of blue.
Pounding the rocks of a foreign shore
It makes no difference if they happen to be yours.
Wond'ring what it's all about, Wond'ring what we're here for.
It's to see and nothing more.
Can I decide between the sea and you?
Rolling aside to the sea of you,
Warm wet mist from the sea's sweet breath,
It brings new life in the wake of death.
Standing on this isle of mine--Wond'ring what we're here for.
It's to see and nothing more.