67 Degrees – Echolyn – letras

BeautifulHow the sun sets this far out at seaNothing but the stars to lightThis Caribbean nightBy morning we should reach MartiniqueFollowing the sea and fairwindFrom Leido BeachTo the north of Africa spent my Christmas in OranFebruary ’45Took Mary for my brideBack to sea again thru PanamaYou were rightI miss you more now I’ve goneWe’ll be homeWhen the lights come on againAll over the worldFair wind deceive us as we rollRelease our ship from your holdViolent wave spits us back uprightIn its wake we rideWe were damn fools for what we triedLeft the crew sick and tiedDipped my hand into the seaAt 67 degrees