This isn’t a song,
but the sea calling.
Lapping softly at my feet,
whispering in my ear.
Only in my dreams do i understand
what it means;
forgotten between waking up
and opening the curtains.
but the sea calling.
Lapping softly at my feet,
whispering in my ear.
Only in my dreams do i understand
what it means;
forgotten between waking up
and opening the curtains.
This isn’t a smile
it’s the light playing tricks.
I’m but a silhouette
you’re not supposed to read me.
You can stand near or far;
hold out your hand or not.
Wait till the sun goes down
till silhouette becomes shadow.
I don’t mind waking up alone.
Silhouette and shadow will walk
to the seashore,
stand and look at the sun
draw stars on the waves.
And my footprints won’t be there for long,
but I don’t mind walking on,
for I can hear the sea calling.
Sea Calling
