Sitting in the Sun

Sitting in the sun; making promises
Staring out to sea in endless reverie
Your siren song it sounds so good to me
That bitter taste of perfect harmony

It feels like summer's here
As I watch you disappear
But I see the

Sun is risin'
And in between the trees I see the birds fly
And I know that, you were meant to be, the one
Be the one

Digging in the sand the answers fall from my hand
Waiting out the tide that moves the truth to lies
Last chance to take a part of me
And really see what's deep inside of me

It feels like summer's here
As I watch you disappear
But I see the

Sun is risin'
And in between the trees I see the birds fly
And I know that, you were meant to be, the one
Be the one

Be the one...

Sitting in the sun; making promises ... to you