Waves of blue pour like the sun over me;
I can see the halo of our passage through the ocean spray.
Starboard turning, sailing round in circles,
Starward gazing, hold on tight.
Because the axis of our movement is shrinking me.
I can't see what I can't see, baby.
Because the axis of our movement is shrinking me.
Axis of our movement is shrinking me.
The dreams surround you without a fading light.
Wash my head beneath the sea tonight.
Grace coming in a symphony of light and wonder
creating shadows cast from glorious forms of summer rain.
Don't you try to tell me what to say;
who are you to pass judgment anyway?
Because the axis of our movement is shrinking me.
I can't see what I can't see, baby.
Because the axis of our movement is shrinking me.
Axis of our movement is shrinking me.
Grace coming in a symphony of light and wonder
creating shadows cast from glorious forms of summer rain.
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