Way beyond the forgetting faces,
in a land where smiles are no more condescending;
happy faces glitter under the sun and moon shine,
I think I'm wandering around in the realms of my dreams.

Built on sands of every color, trinkets in the air sing on through,
the sea runs wild, in her bed of swell.
the night comes with a song on her lips,
I steer my life in the depths of a sea I know too well.
the sky showers in the radiance of her blue,
no storm to leave her sliver clouds in strands of angry blue.