Hear me talking in my sleep

A man beneath the sheets

Like a ghost who's quoting prophecies

That don't mean anything

I ramble on through memories of places that I've been

Down boulevards and salty seas that taught me everything

In Amsterdam

A sunny Autumn came

Through coloured leaves

In Paris, St. Germaine.

And Tidal waves in San Sebastian, Spain

In Italy, I truly felt the rain

Those island towns that calmly stole my heart

Through azure seas, on ferries I'd embark

The question now that always plague my brain

Is when will I get back again

Is when will I get back again

Is when will I get back again

The question now that always plague my brain

Is when will I get back again

Where I'd be watching the tide rising

Where I'd be watching the tide rising

Rising

Rising