I smell of sea and sand,
She smells of roses and tea,
In this foreign land,
There is no you and me.
There is her, there is you,
In the land of oak tree,
Croissant, sunrise, dew,
But there's no you and me.
There is only a whisper,
There is only a song,
Where I think I am existent,
But it kind of feels wrong.
There is something between us,
But not quite you and me,
There is smoke and a breather,
There is sand and some sea.
I don't know what I am feeling,
I am not angry or sad,
And I guess nothing really,
Or perhaps I've gone mad.
I was hoping to meet you
And in you - my own soul,
And I think it all fits you,
But I stay on my own.
As this time - sea and sand -
Their smell is enough,
I know I can withstand
Any love and non-love.
I became so much stronger,
So much tougher and adult,
In this alien home land,
In the land of the desert.