His boots are swallowed by the sand
As he's pushing his boat into the ocean
The night is bright
The moonlight stands high
A wave in the dark
Is it her?
A breeze a flicker
The rock across the water
Was it her the waves he heard?
The dance of the seaweed
The crackle of the hull
Was it her the howling wind?
The quiet water lapping around the boat
As he's being pushed away from the shore
His soft wrinkled hands
Are holding tight on the wood edges
A breeze a flicker
The rock across the water
Was it her the waves he heard?
The dance of the seaweed
The crackle of the hull
Was it her the howling wind?
The standing tall trees
On the edges of cliffs
Was it her the falling branch?
The storms in the seashells
The sound of the coast bells
Was it her the howling wind?
The dance of the seaweed
The crackle of the hull
Was it her the waves he heard?
The storms in the seashells
The sound of the coast bells
Was it her the howling wind?
