To watch the swallows chase the flies
And drink the warmth of some foreign sky
And dream the echoes of the past
You're lying underneath the ice.
To feel the waters overflow
Onto the yellow meadow sunscape.
The future tide is rising high
Beneath the deep blue sky,
Beneath the deep blue sky.
And drink the warmth of some foreign sky
And dream the echoes of the past
You're lying underneath the ice.
To feel the waters overflow
Onto the yellow meadow sunscape.
The future tide is rising high
Beneath the deep blue sky,
Beneath the deep blue sky.