How`s it so, you describe,
All the things that we might do someday?
And who`s to know the truth,
That what you do is never what you say.
Hobsons Choice, enjoy the thrill,
Going out, but you don`t even care,
When all the passion`s gone,
You can sit and choose which dress to wear.
Here we are stranded, where is love to land,
When I can fear the world in me?
So here we are stranded, it`s not the way we planned,
On our island, lost at sea.
Cote d`azur, St Tropez,
Hollywood or Monte Carlo Bay,
When all is said and done,
Love is rich, but wealth`s second to none.
Heart and soul, you decide,
Far off places, you might need to go,
A million miles away,
In search of something you already know.
Here we are stranded, where is love to land,
When I can fear the world in me?
So here we are stranded, it`s not the way we planned,
On our island, lost at sea.
On a mountainside, let the memories fly,
And feel this washed away.
We can question why, will our love survive,
One more, lonely, long Summers` day?
Are we right or wrong, to wait so long,
When it`s our ship docked in the bay?
Should we sail or stay?
Was it over anyway?
