Tekstovi: Tom McRae. The Alphabet Of Hurricanes. American Spirit.

Stood here
At the edge of the world, dear
Three wishes for you
As the tide turns

Salt water
Meets with the skies, dear
Meets with your eyes my dear
As the day dies

I?ve seen this trick before
Watch the waves write your name
On the shore

And hold your breath
There?s stills time left
Come on hold your breath
Swim with me further from the shore
Swim with me ?til I can swim no more

She strikes up American Spirit
And a conversation about nothing
Says I?ve burned all colour and flame from
This hard ambition that once held me
But I feel love?s season shift
This heat has lost it?s grip on us

And hold your breath
There?s stills time left
Come on hold your breath
Swim with me further from the shore
Swim with me ?til I can swim no more

And I know what you won?t say
For all this stolen time
Someone pays

Hold your breath
There?s stills time left
Come on hold your breath
Swim with me further from the shore
Swim with me ?til I can swim no more