From ten kilometers up in the air
I could swear I saw you dancing
along the shores of the archipelago
each island, a special routine.
The waves breaking,
the tide lapping, no—
bowing
at your feet.
From ten kilometers up in the air
I could swear I saw you dancing
along the shores of the archipelago
each island, a special routine.
The waves breaking,
the tide lapping, no—
bowing
at your feet.
