When the moon pull rushes in   Crashes into sand   It lingers in the last sunlight   And holds onto every strand   I'm as still as boats on land   Sitting next to you   Breathing in a foreign sky   More shades that the word blue      Air as warm as runny honey   Pours golden on my skin   The wind plays games with olive leaves   And brushes the grass into lines      I'm as still as boats on land   Sitting next to you   Breathing in a foreign sky   With more shades than the word blue