The Grey traps the city with me inside
While the breeze on the island keeps playing around
Smoke comes in when the sun is trying to hide
While the light shines with a sneaky sound
While the breeze on the island keeps playing around
The palm trees flow with it
While the light shines with a sneaky sound
The birds chirp with a great hit
The palm trees flow with it
And the sand, the waves collide
The birds chirp with a great hit
And the dream of the sunset dies...
