Look from the sky,
I hold you in my hands.
When the sun drowns in the sea,
It seems like a dream.
Shaking fingers let you breath,
When I get you out of pack.
Under light of southern stars,
You may rest in peace.
Lonely in the night,
I will blow you from my palms,
Ashes fall like dust into the sea,
Filled with your tears.
Leaves of tropic trees
Will be hidin` you from your sight,
Taste the water and begin
Long way home.
