In the middle of the sea, waves crash around me
I'm lost, I'm lost Come and find me

I'm looking for you Come and find me
I'm waiting for you Come and find me

The sun goes down, the wind pulls my sails - gentle sounds
It's like a cold hand has been placed on me
And it's pointing to where I should be

But I'm still trying to decide - make up my own mind!
But the cold is called "Reality"

The cold and the wet don't matter because, everything is fine
The scenes in this place belong in another - place and time