Turquoise is the sea-rolling deep, beneath the sky far above Whitewinged are the gulls, paper sailing on the wings of the wind Tomorrow is a word that never comes When the world is far behind you, and the sea is turned to gold The sky is filled with white pillow clouds Picture in your mind a world where you can wake and be alone Listen to the murmur of the water on the sand and you will know that time is never really on your side, When you stop and look about you, Than you'll find you're left behind Nothing but the sea and the sand Paintings of the clouds, Have put a veil across the hillside filled with rain The sea rolls like lead upon the sand lying dead along the shore Tomorrow is a word that never comes, When the tide runs behind you, and your footsteps float away Nothing but the sea and the sand, Nothing but the sea and the sand