Back To The Sea

Now I know what I’m doing here

Always seeking views of seas

If I heard a distant call from you

I´d leave immediately

Never thought before about the wind

How it conducts the leaves of trees

If I´d receive one word from you

I´d neglect its grand symphony

Got to go

Back to the sea

The nights of August tenderly

make me swim under the moon

Make no promises of you but at least that autumn will come soon

And the long slow walks along old farmers roads and the sleeping fields

lay bare

I would run over them all, if I saw you wave somewhere

Got to go

Back to the sea

A memory of one single rose I’m still holding in my chest

That one flower that quietly says

I am a love attest

Now I know what I’m doing here

Away from every empty noice

Always keeping the view clear

Always listening for you voice