The scent of the ocean
Parade of palm trees
The smell of barbeque
Hungers the family
You can feel the warmth in the middle of December
Strolling down the Weach Way back into Calusa Beach
Endless blue carpets
Step into the emeralds
Take a dive
Take your time
Take a dive
Take your time
Time
Time’s running slow
Time’s running fast
It’s going past me
Time
Time’s running slow
Time’s running fast
It’s going past me
Waking up in the car
You don’t have a clue where it started
Nothing’s ever been painted with my hands
The sunsets
Slowly fades on the horizon
All the lights drawn by the glowing omnisphere
Time
Time’s running slow
Time’s running fast
It’s going past me
Time
Time’s running slow
Time’s running fast
It’s going past me