Tropicalia - Blue Six

She follows the mountains to the sea

Waiting for hours just to feel the breeze

Walked through the night in the pouring rain

Wanted for something, as of yet unnamed

Watching the children on the beach

Playing with castles, always out of reach

Shapes in the sand will all wash away

White grains though her hands, it’s another day

She’s alive

Now it’s dawning

Summer sky

Prayers to the morning

She’s alive

Now it’s dawning

Summer sky

Prayers to the morning

Every wave brings something new from places far away

Stars are shining brightly

On the freshly polished cars parked near the gate

Standing at the door, checks her reflection, then hurries in

Men drinking at the bar, she wears a smile and brushes past them

She’s alive

Night is calling

Moon is high

Red tide a warning

She’s alive

Night is calling

Moon is high

Red tide a warning

She’s alive

Now it’s dawning

Summer sky

Prayers to the morning

She’s alive

Night is calling

Moon is high

Red tide a warning