作词 : Robin Meloy Goldsby
 作曲 : Jessica Gall/Robert Matt
Listen to the waves, guided by the moon,
Soon the swollen tide will carry stones to the shore,
In a glossy magazine I’ve seen the girls who laugh all night,
Out of sight they play beyond my door.
Tumbling without shame, blame the ebb and flow,
Glowing just like crystals on the floor,
Dancing gems in shifting colors, blue and gray,
Faraway, but just beyond my garden door.
Falling stars,
Disappear,
In a village nearby,
Am I scheming or dreaming,
Of a clear Turkish sky?
And who am I,
Waiting for the wind to change the shallow into deep,
Riviera — in the moonlight,
Waiting just beyond my door.
Like a moth to flame, always wanting more,
Scared of getting close I place my hand against the door,
On a postcard of a sunset of the Adriatic Sea,
There’s a girl who looks a little bit like me
Falling stars,
Disappear,
In a village nearby,
Am I scheming or dreaming,
Of a clear sky?
And who am I,
Waiting for the wind to change the shallow into deep,
Riviera — In the moonlight,
Waiting for me