brian eno

para aqueles que não conseguem dormir

I am on an open sea
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 its so blue
The still sea is darker than before...
No wind disturbs our coloured sail
The radio is silent, so are we
Julies head is on her arm
Her fingers brush the surface of the sea.
Now I wonder if well be seen here
Or if time has left us all alone
The still sea is darker than before...