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Somewhere the evening sun |
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Is falling down, the day is done |
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How I'd like to be there, how I'd like to share |
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Somewhere the darkness frowns |
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And hides behind the ones in doubt |
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Would you like to be there, would you like to share |
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With me, 'cause my arms are stretched a mile wide |
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Under the ocean floor, |
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The sand is crawling up the shore |
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How I'd like to be there, 'n how I'd like to share |
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Under the western sky, |
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The days are slowly passing by |
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Would you like to be there, would you like to share |
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With me, 'cause my arms are stretched a mile wide, yeah |
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The more you see, the more you know |
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The more you see, the more you know |
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The more you see, the more |
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Somewhere the songbird sings, |
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But hears there's no-one listening |
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How I'd like to be there, 'n how I'd like to share |
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Out in the blackened sea, |
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There's unison and harmony |
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Would you like to be there, would you like to share |
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With me, 'cause my arms are stretched a mile wide |
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The more you see, the more you know |
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The more you see, the more you know |
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The more you see |
