Oh, it's like I'm waking upFrom this dream I keep havingDrifting from your shoreUntil you open your arms and close me inIn understanding, everything as it must beNow when I see you in the morning lightLooking down your shoulderHome in this warmthI picked a four leaf cloverUntil we arrive where the sea begins (We fly, on your wings, up high)Until we arrive where the sea begins (We fly, on your wings, up high)Until we arrive where the sea begins (We fly, on your wings, up high)
