Steamboats on rainy days.
I can sit still
For hours and hours.
My face on the window-sill.
Storm on a mountain.
The picture I choose.
The places I go to
is where I can never be.
Gone is the carnival
when I had waited so long.
I still believe in the sunglow, the sun.
Dawn of my feelings, the light of my days.
We steamed every moment.
If only to prove we're alive.
And we don't believe in
saying goodbye.
Saying goodbye.
I still go back to
my wonderful world.
The child in the waters.
The tall ships, the harbour lights.
The heart still remembers
the friends that I made.
They call in my dreams
with their hand reaching out to me.
Who's gonna tell you
the last bedtime story you hear?
I still believe in the sunglow, the sun.
Dawn of my feelings, the light of my days.
I turned around the corner and somebody said I'm alive.
Somebody heard I was praying.
Saying goodbye.
Saying goodbye.
I still believe in the sunglow, the sun.
Dawn of my feelings, the light of my days.
I turned around the corner and somebody said I'm alive.
Somebody heard I was praying.
Saying goodbye.
Saying goodbye.
