Maps

Hear me talking in my sleep
A man beneath the sheets
Like a ghost who’s quoting prophecies
That don’t mean anything
I ramble on through memories of places that I’ve been
Down boulevards and salty seas that taught me everything
In Amsterdam
A sunny Autumn came
Through coloured leaves
In Paris, St. Germaine.
And Tidal waves in San Sebastian, Spain
In Italy, I truly felt the rain
Those island towns that calmly stole my heart
Through azure seas, on ferries I’d embark
The question now that always plague my brain
Is when will I get back again
Is when will I get back again
Is when will I get back again
The question now that always plague my brain
Is when will I get back again
Where I’d be watching the tide rising
Where I’d be watching the tide rising
Rising
Rising