In this world there is a mixture
Of blood and heart, of paradise and hell
Of ancient oceans and outer space
Of wide-eyed vision and no peace today
You can pretend you know where you're going
You can prepare for the coming summer
But the beaches and the tide and the sun
Have a way of making you their own
In this world there is a mixture
Of earth and sky, of sand and water
And that is why in your absence
Sometimes I smile and some days I cry