Just drifting as the hours go slowly by.
Julie with her open blouse
Is gazing up into the empty sky
Now it seems to be so strange here
Now it's so blue.
The still sea is darker than before...
No wind disturbs our coloured sails.
The radio is silent, so are we.
Julie's head is on her arm;
Her fingers brush the surface of the sea
Now I wonder if we'll be seen here
Or if time has left us all alone.
The still sea is darker than before...
