I wandered for a while
I didn't have that far to go
Waiting for a letter,
only to discover that I'm not the same
I know it to be true
you're only gonna to go again
standing at the harbour
there is only water to be talking to
I sold it to the trees
I didn't know which way to go
underneath the harbour,
waiting for the sun to settle down
I own it to your dreams,
they always seem to bring me round
waiting at the harbour
there is only water to be talking to
Hold on now, all I wanna do is see you,
but everybody is here just sitting round staring at the ceiling
What you gonna find in your mixed up minds when you're dreaming?
Could be we're not like you at all.
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