Then we fell asleep in the car,

Until the bumps woke me up in your grip.

And the tide took me to your mouth,

And then swept me back down to your palms.

It’s them that put me inside the reminder

That yours is the only ocean.

That I wanna swing from,

Yours is the only ocean,

That I wanna hang on.

(Querido Alex retiro o que disse... Não cortes o cabelo que assim estás bem sensual!)