If you'll be my boat,
i'll be your sea.
A depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity.
Ebbing and flowing,
and pushed by a breeze.
I live to make you free.
I live to make you free.
But you can set sail to the west,
if you want to.
And past the horizon,
`till I can't even see you.
Far from here,
where the beaches are wide.
Just leave me your wake
to remember you by.
