Dancing round, turning sweet
Dancing round, moving mild
Dancing round, no one there
Like standing still all alone
Dancing round, turning sweet
Dancing round, moving mild
Dancing round, no one there
Like standing still all alone
Facing the sea
I keep coming close to the edge of her
Facing the breeze
I keep stealing into the heart of her
Drifting calm, spiling words
Hiding soon, till the time
Slowing down, some one there
Just leaving an imagine of my own
Facing the sea
I keep coming close to the edge of her
Facing the breeze
I keep stealing into the heart of her
