I see miss sun, sitting up high...
The gulls on the thermals...a shrill in their cries
The waves as they roll and crash to shore
Their sound in my mind forever more

 

I need the salt on my lips and my feet in the sand
I need the wet and the depth not found on dry land
I need the peace and the zen of serenity
I need the blissful quiet of the Caribbean sea

 

I know the longing I can't put aside
The depth of the pain I feel inside
When we are separate and still I ache
The thirst and hunger I cannot slake

 

Oh, I hear you darling calling out to me
I know you need me to break free
To meet as we do in that special place
Won't be content till I feel your embrace