It must be the oceans
That wave at you
Because they are at the heart of the sun
It must be you at the horizon, my love
If you can't feel me
You can hear me in playing harps of birds
Stirring like flying hands in a bar brawl
I'm sure I'll often think about these things
But, I look forward to hearing from you
If you tell me to keep my love
I'll keep waiting for eternity