Little waves under a wide blue sky
Their drops melting, intertwined
Emanates a peaceful, salty smell
Everything feels a bit too well
Everything feels a bit too well
As the tide goes up and will do dry
We're all loose in space and time
A tiny drop, amongst all, yet it has
Every tool to bloom up wide
Every tool to bloom up wide
The wind can rise and as it does you feel
Wide drops fall onto your face
They're a bit agressive as they sink
Little wind, a sharp embrace
The storm stills the hollow place
Why must the landscape reach its end
Back to calm the sea looks sad, unsure
A drop resting on the shore
They're just the same as before
But no movement, no back and forth
But no movement, no back and forth
The wind can rise and as it does you feel
Wide drops fall onto your face
They're a bit agressive as they sink
Little wind, a sharp embrace
The storm stills the hollow place
Why must the landscape reach its end