Testo di Foreign Skies

When the moon pull rushes in Crashes into sand It lingers in the last sunlight And holds onto every strand I'm as still as boats on land Sitting next to you Breathing in a foreign sky More shades that the word blue Air as warm as runny honey Pours golden on my skin The wind plays games with olive leaves And brushes the grass into lines I'm as still as boats on land Sitting next to you Breathing in a foreign sky With more shades than the word blue