When the sand's close at hand and the sea is touching me,
I feel much happier
than I've ever felt for a long time.
There's my hand floating in the sky and I wish you could be,
wish you could be,
wish you could be here.
I let you free,
follow me,
throw a pebble in my sea,
the sun will wrap you up
in a pool of golden lights in the night,
preaching the invaders' sight,
but I wish you could be,
wish you could be,
wish you could be here.
Sun
and sand and sea are waiting on the corner,
taking a trip,
five year.
Hustle,
bustle,
show the virtual creature if you're staying there.
I'm without a care.
Fresh fruit and sea fish are in a vendor's share,
but they don't allow the ladies at
the door selling food,
smoke from another shore,
and I wish you could be,
wish you could be,
wish you could be here.
Sun and sand and sea are waiting on the corner,
taking a trip,
five year.
Hustle,
bustle,
show the virtual creature if you're staying there.
I'm without a care.
Fresh fruit and sea fish are in a vendor's share,
but they don't allow the ladies at the door selling food,
smoke from another shore,
and I wish you could be,
wish you could be,
wish you could be here.